[Requested by
Yosariceb4andon]
{Prepare for cuteness}
~Third Person~

It was just like any other day in the gray world. Well, except for the little lime-green haired demon running around trying to find the Head Angel due to it being noon and no one has seen or heard from him all morning. "Mr. Wodahs," she yelled as she ran through the corridors of the private rooms where mostly guest rooms alined and where Wodahs and Alela slept when they weren't out and about. Running up to the door with the name badge: Wodahs, Keep Out. Yosafire cautiously opened the door a tiny crack and peered into the darkened room. "Mr. Wodahs, are you here?" Yosafire asked as she took a silent step inside the room. The little bit of sun light came through the curtains as Yosafire could barely see the outline of someone sleep underneath the covers.

"Mr.Wodahs?" Yosafire questioned as she walked further into the room of the Head Angel. Walking up to the bed Yosafire peered over the sheets and saw a flushed face and both eyes, thankfully, closed. There was ragged breaths coming from parted lips. Yosafire who began to worry slowly climbed up onto the bed and felt the Head Angels forehead. "Not good," she pouted as she slid off the bed and grabbed the cup that was sitting neatly onto of the bedside table, "I get you some nice cool water and herbs to bring the fever down, alright Mr. Wodahs." There was no reply as Yosafire ran out of the room and down to the kitchen. The kitchen was neatly organized and everything was labeled where it was and how it should go. Yosafire shook her head, 'typical Mr. Wodahs.' Without much effort, Yosafire gathered the ingredients she needed and did her best to prepare the herbs to as much as she could that she watch Wodahs have done several times in the past.

Humming to herself, she set the tea kettle on the stove and lightly turned it on. "Whatcha' doing Yosaf," a female voice with a laid back tone sounded behind her. Turning halfway around, Yosafire gave a big smile towards the second in command, though be lazy most of the time, Alela Grora, "I found Mr. Wodahs and his forehead was extremely hot so I thought I could give him the cold medicine he always gave to us so we would get better. But I think I'm missing something." Yosafire pondered over the thought and her memory of the many times she watch Wodahs prepare the tea. Sighing Yosafire caught the kettle starting to make a whistling sound and placed the herbal leaves into the little steamer at the top and prepared a bowl for each warm and cold water.

Grabbing a serving tray Yosafire neatly set everything on the tray before grabbing a wash cloth and the tea kettle. Flapping her wings, she hovered as she grabbed the tray and flew gently back towards the Head Angel's room. Entering the room, she set the tray on the table and set everything up. Whimpering she looked at the sleeping form of the Head Angel and thought on ways to get the tea into his system. Tapping her index finger to her lip she tried to remember everytime someone was sick and couldn't wake up to drink or eat something that was good for them. Clicking her tongue she picked up the tea kettle and poured some into a glass cup that she set on the tray. Climbing up onto the bed she sat next to where Wodahs's head was resting, sitting on her knees she gently caressesed his head and set his head in her lap. At a light increase, she gently placed the rim of the cup against his lips and gently tipped it into his mouth.

"How do you do this Mr. Wodahs, day after day?" Yosafire asked with curiosity but never received an answer. Pouting as the glass was empty and Wodahs was breathing at a normal pace. Smiling, Yosafire was satisfied with her work, gently placing Wodahs in the resting position he was in before. Turning to fix the wet wash cloth she heard the rough whispering words of Wodahs. "Thank you, Yosaflame, for doing this? I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough," Yosafire frowned as she knew that was the name of her ancestor.

'What would my ancestor do in this very moment,' Yosafire thought as she looked over at the still fevered-strickened older Angel. Placing a hand over his forehead, she hummed lightly as she removed her hand and placed the wet wash cloth over his warm forehead and laid down next to him. "Mr. Wodahs," Yosafire began but whispered quietly, "I'm pretty sure my ancestor would say is to get stronger and be your best." With that Yosafire gently pressed her lips to his right cheek before curling up beside Wodahs, falling fast asleep. Morning came as the sun shone through the curtains. Groaning Wodahs opened his eyes and sat up after noticing the warmth beside him.

Yosafire was still fast sleep and cuddled up to his side. Smiling, Wodahs patted her head and looked around the room. "She was worried for you Head Angel," Alela spoke from the doorway, "she wanted to help like you have always done for others, she did a really good job. Don't cha' think Head Angel." Wodahs only stayed silent as he rubbed her lime-green hair. "Indeed she did a wonderful job," Wodahs smiled as he picked her up and held her to his chest as she slept, "a very big helper."

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