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Date: May 2, early evening
Location: Raphael's room (110)
Status: Public - Complete
Summary: Rose still hasn't asked Raphael about keeping his feather

Rose stood in front of Raphael's door, the fiery red feather in her hair above her left ear. She still hadn't asked the angel if he minded her having his feather because she hadn't wanted to disturb his recovery. And then the nightmares had happened.

She shuddered and her right thigh throbbed a bit. The wounds were healing nicely but it would take a few days until she wouldn't feel them anymore. Thanks to Raphael only her thigh hurt and she didn't have to put her left arm in a sling.

Rose took another deep breath and knocked on the door.

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Raphael had been resting in his bed, an ice pack nestled where he had tried to hack off his wing. His hair was still an uneven mess and he feared falling alseep. He was only a human with wings now, all his healing powers completely used up. But he took comfort in knowing those he cared about were safe. His thoughts drifted to Rose. The poor girl had been so terrified... Had she thought he was an enemy?

Jolting out of his daze upon hearing the knock on his door, he threw on his tank top (this one had I recycled five soda bottles and all I got was this shirt printed on it in green ink) and jeans. "Come on in!"

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Raphael took the brush and started at the face, gently combing the fur around her nose and cheeks, careful not to let the bristles catch in her eyes. He worked his way down her back, her arms, her chest... As he worked he began to softly sing in the Angelic Tongue, the sort of lullabye he used to sing when he would carefully groom another angel's wings. There was something... calming about being groomed. When Rose had combed her fingers through his feathers he had felt like he was going to melt into a happy puddle of goo.

"When I used to heal angels," he began quietly, gently working her hind leg. "I used to groom their wings when they would be too scared to let me help them. It was, I suppose, a risky thing especially considering many of them were close to dying right there, but I found sometimes it was enough. Just a minute with the wings and I could heal as they relaxed."