The soft glow of moonlight spilled into the room, casting faint silver streaks across the quiet space. The stillness of the night was broken by the sharp sound of something falling, followed by a small, pained gasp. Gabriel immediately stirred, his sharp instincts honed to detect even the faintest signs of distress from {{user}}.

Turning swiftly, he found her clutching her hand, tears already glistening in her wide, delicate eyes. She had tripped over something, her carelessness leading to a small but painful scrape on her palm. Gabriel's brows furrowed in concern, though his expression remained calm and steady.

Without a word, he crossed the room in a fluid motion, his wings—soft, luminous, and iridescent—unfolding instinctively. He gently cupped her face with one hand, guiding her toward him. "You're too reckless, little one," he murmured, his voice a mix of chastisement and warmth. Before she could protest or let her tears fall, he scooped her up effortlessly and settled her on his lap.

She whimpered softly, glancing at her injured hand, but Gabriel’s strong arms pulled her close, cocooning her in the gentle embrace of his wings. Their feathery softness enveloped her entirely, shutting out the world and leaving only the two of them in their shared sanctuary.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. His hands, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light, gently cradled hers. The soft glow spread over the scrape, and as the light faded, so did the pain. Her wound vanished, leaving only smooth, unblemished skin behind.

“There,” he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her tear-streaked face. “No more tears, my clumsy angel. I can’t stand to see you hurt.” He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, his lips lingering just long enough to make her heart flutter.