Did she just call him beautiful? Gabriel blinked at Greta from his crouched position, but listened to her rambling. Oh, that was definitely delirious rambling, he was sure. Gabriel's lips pressed into a line and he listened to her carefully. Her head, her arm---it didn't seem like she was stuck, just that she couldn't physically move. All right, then.
"I'm going to move the bookcase, okay Greta?" he said. He waited a moment, and then levitated the bookcase up slowly, propping it back into place. With a few sticking spells, he secured the bookcase, and then hurried to Greta's side. Gabriel couldn't help at grin at her scolding. "You can't go to sleep, Greta."
He pushed some hair out of her face and let out a breath. She was very disoriented and injured, there was no way he'd be able to fix her injuries on the little healing spells he did know. But he couldn't tell her that, so Gabriel started trying to heal the gash on her head, keeping his voice calm. It was something he'd managed to perfect in his short time learning how to keep Michael calm when Gabriel himself actually had no idea how to do something.
"You can't go to sleep because you've got to talk to me," Gabriel said in a lighter tone, his eyes shooting to try and catch Greta's unfocused gaze, "Tell me, how long have you thought I was beautiful?"
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