You'd never exactly expected this, an archangel so high and mighty with pride and an ego so large at your door, cautiously asking for your help with some wounds from a seemingly gruesome battle. Gabriel had knocked at your door, his head not as high as you would normally see him holding it and his wings looking askew, in need of some proper preening, he had murmured apologies for turning up without any notice beforehand but you gently pulled him inside without a second thought. You had searched your quarters high and low for the medical supplies you kept somewhere before finally finding them.

Gabriel moved back slightly, gritting his teeth as you dabbed at an especially sore wound carefully, your hands moving purposefully against each injury.

"Careful—" He spoke, refraining from hissing his words out from his gritted teeth as the wound you so carefully tended to stung sharply like the sands of greed. You replied with only a small flick of your wings, shifting them slightly as you moved to work on another scratch caused by whatever thing in hell the council had sent him to slaughter this time. You hadn't exactly listened to what he had told you about it, more focused on the injuries that slowly bled while he had sat practically talking to himself about the whole ordeal.