"You may not be an archangel, but you have the fingerprints of one all over you." Dite said as she came to settle on his lap, straddling his thighs. Her hands dipped under the bubbling water to run from his belly to his shoulders, her eyes lingering on where his ribcage would be. She didn't much like what she saw there. He was doing better, she could see the healing that had happened both his own and the rest Michael had helped him with, but she hadn't expected just how much damage there had obviously been. It was hard to look at, but only because she could picture how much he had suffered.
"Are you familiar with Kintsugi? It's a method of repairing broken pottery with a lacquer mixed with powdered silver or gold. It makes the cracks and missing pieces into art. It's beautiful. It's a lot less beautiful when it's the insides of someone you love." If it had been her or Gabriel who healed him it might have had that similar golden glow, but the blue was obviously Michael. She wasn't sure she liked the color combination either, but she was grateful that the archangel had been there for him, even if the deepening of their possibly mutual feelings troubled her.
She dragged her eyes away from it, looking to his face for a moment before she wrapped her arms around his neck and touched her forehead to his. "Dearheart, how can you worry even a little bit after what insignificant damage Lucifer did to me when you look like he tried to break you apart? You're not old enough to start ignoring your self-preservation instincts just yet, my sweet. Let's remember to listen to them more closely the next time something wants to do you harm, hmm?"