The demon shifted ever so slightly. It made his long black...and awfully messy hair ruffle some. The mess wasn't much different than the guards or the warrior angels so he didn't mark that as a demonic trait. As more features were shown, more injuries were shown as well. It was rather horrid to think angels had the ability to do such things, but the demon in front of him was sheer proof. Aoba had still been examining from a distance, noting which place to start healing first when he looked up to be met with such deep red eyes. 

That little twinge of fear turned into surprise at the sight. Not once had he ever seen red eyes like his. On to of this, he had never seen a demon in person before. In books he had read in heavens library, there were many stories told about demons only looking like monsters, with those red eyes. But this demon didn't look like that. He just liked beaten and defeated. Aoba almost felt sorry for the demon, but he remembered that he wasn't suppose to according to history. Standing there, he realized the demon had been studying him the entire time as he was examining injuries. 

He felt like prey under his stare, and it only made him clutch the kit a little tighter. But he remembered Fenrir's words and took a deep breath. Aoba was determined to get his job done. 

[I]“I was right, they did send me a mouse. Well, at least they sent me something cuter than ugly and uglier over there.” [/I] 

The comment made Aoba freeze. Did the demon just call him cute? Maybe that was just him mocking the angels. The little angel decide to continue on, not minding the mouse comment. "Um, alright. Well-" And suddenly, one of the guards rushed in and kicked the already half dead demon. Aoba jumped a little, putting a hand over his mouth aftet witnessing the cruelty. Blood splattered and he fell over. The green haired guard walked off and Aoba frowned, balling the fist that covered his mouth. "Hey! If I'm suppose to be healing him, you can't keep abusing him!" He spoke up for the demon, standing in front of him. There were slight feelings of sympathy for the demon, but that was never shown.  The emotion displayed before them was out of annoyance towards his future progress. 

The green haired guard crossed his arms, being pulled out by the other and scoffed. "Whatever kid. He's better off dead." The other guard shook his head. "Leave the boy alone, it's not like he'll last working this job anyway." The two guards spoke as if Aoba wasn't in the room, making the younger angel turn his back towards them and huff silently. He decided to get to work then and there, so he could prove them all wrong. 

First, Aoba bent down, opening his kit and pulling out three towels. One he used to wipe up the bloody mess as thoroughly as he could, which was pretty clean. The second was just a towel to rest on so he didn't have to sit on the floor, and the third was another small towel that would be used to wipe off the demon when it was needed. At the time, it merely rested on his shoulder. Hesitantly, now on his knees, closer to the demon Aoba reached his hand out gently, gesturing for him to scoot closer. The white angel wings were folded and tucked close behind him, unlike the guards, whose wings were folded and moving every time they turned to peek inside the cell in order to make sure the little angel hadn't passed out or been attacked. 

"What's...What's your name?" Being a kind hearted angel, he thought it to be polite to ask for a name, so he wouldn't have to call him 'demon'. By this time, if the demon hadn't come ant closer, Aoba inched his way toward him, moving to get a better look at his back. Aoba hadn't dealt wuthering such serious injuries before thanks to the higher ups, so he guessed a whole lot more of his healing abilities would be needed. Especially where his back seemed to be extremely raw and damaged. 

"Stay still please." His voice was soft as a faint glow painted his hands. He gently touched the wounds across his back. With each touch, the injuries would heal a fair amount, but not enough to stop the pain or heal the wounds fully. Though, the old scars on his body managed to heal and disappear from his back. He knew that it being the most damaged, if would take a lot more time, so he moved onto his arms and legs, being extremely careful not to mess with the loincloth he was wearing. The process was extremely slow because Aoba was being extra meticulous about each injury. "I'm going to have to bandage...your back. You won't be able to, um, heal as fast with these injuries."