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[b]Raphael[/b] - [b]Location[/b]: Sanctum Sanctorum - [b]Tags[/b]: Aielah 
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The food coma that Raph had put himself in was disturbed by the commotion up the hall. He took a little too long to wake up and investigate, however, because when Raph arrived on the scene, all that was left was collateral damage and an injured wizard. 


He dropped down onto his knees next to Aielah and put a hand on his shoulder to try and investigate his wounds. Raph was no healer, not by any stretch of the imagination, but this man had offered him safety, food, and comfort, and Raph was ready to spill blood from whomever hurt him.


Fortunately for the perpetrator, Raph had been too late. 


So instead, he scooped the injured wizard up into his arms and carried him back up the hall to call for help.


"We need help! Someone!" Raph hollered into the empty halls. He could feel hot blood seeping onto his arms and chest. Good thing he wasn't squeamish. Raph didn't know where to take Aielah to lay him down, so he took him to the only room he was familiar with. Raph set the man down on his bed and knelt by him again, gently squeezing his hand as anxiety built. He didn't want Aielah to die. He had been kind and generous; he didn't deserve this. Help had to be on the way…


But the next face Raph saw wasn't a nurse or another sorcerer. It was small, red skinned, and upset. Raph looked up as the small child tentatively shuffled into the room, wringing his spaded tail in his hands. Tears glistened in his bright golden eyes. 


"Is he dead?" The boy whimpered, barely above a whisper. He was scared, obviously, but he was also worried for the man who had helped him. Raph felt a twinge in his chest. 


"No, he's just hurt….but he'll be okay." Raph wasn't sure, but he knew better than to say that to the poor kid. He wanted to comfort the child, but he wasn't sure how. He only had one example to follow: the comfort that Aielah had provided him just a few hours earlier. He hesitated, then held an arm out, inviting the boy in.


Orias quickly accepted the offer and threw his arms around Raph, who seemed stunned that this had actually worked. The boy cried into his shirt while Raph gently patted his silky black hair with the hand that wasn't clutching the wizard. 


"I'm scared," Orias said softly, holding Raph tighter.


"So am I," Raph admitted. It was strange to allow himself to be vulnerable, but it didn't seem as hard now. By the time others found them and poured into the room to assist Aielah, the boy had climbed into Raph's lap and slowly stopped crying. When the healers began uncovering the man's wounds, Raph felt it best to take the boy back to bed. 


Orias sleepily pointed out the bedroom he had come from, and Raph took him inside and tucked him away under the covers. He couldn't explain the warm and fuzzy feeling inside his chest; all he knew was that he would protect this child, and his new wizard friend, at any cost. Orias squirmed into the blankets until he found a comfortable spot and quickly dozed off. Raph stayed until he was sure the boy was asleep, then quietly left to check on Aielah's progress.


Raph lingered near the doorway of his room, watching the commotion with the same nervousness and hesitancy that the child had shown earlier.