"Hold still," Gabriel instructed, his voice a low murmur, laced with a mix of concern and authority. You could hear the subtle rustle of his armor as he shifted closer, the metallic sound contrasting with the soft, faint rustle of his wings that partially enveloped you in a protective embrace. The coolness of the metal felt oddly comforting against the heat radiating from your injured leg.

With deft movements, his free hand descended to his waist, where Justice rested in its ornate sheath. The blade’s hilt glinted in the ambient light as he drew it forth, the sharp edge catching your eye with a promise of both power and precision. He expertly navigated the clean, white bandages, utilizing the blade’s keen edge to sever the excess material with a surgical finesse that reflected years of training.

As he finished securing the bandages around your leg, Gabriel let out a weary sigh that seemed to echo the weight of his burdens. After slipping Justice back into its sheath with a practiced motion, he straightened up. The gentle flutter of his wings stirred the air softly, creating a small breeze that brushed against your skin, a sensation both refreshing and soothing amid the pain.

He regarded you with an intensity in his gaze that felt almost tangible, the storm of emotions swirling within him contrasting sharply with his calm exterior. As one of his hands lifted, he delicately caressed your cheek, his fingers cool yet tender, as if he were trying to infuse strength into your weary spirit.

"Be careful next time," he urged softly, his voice carrying a weight of experience and caution derived from the depths of his own traumatic past. "Heaven is... unsafe." The words hung in the air, laden with a gravity that sent a shiver down your spine. The shadows of his memories flickered in his eyes, stirring unbidden as he recalled the turmoil he had wrought upon his own kind. For a brief moment, his body stiffened, the tension palpable as he fought to push those dark thoughts away, burying them deep into his mind.