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The thumping at least, alerts him to someone being around, and he recognizes Brigid's voice, at least. In the lingering panic, he'd gotten completely turned around though and had almost frozen. The yelp startles him and he swings around - getting a face fulls of light in the blackness.

Oops, bad idea, but too late, since he moves to cover his eyes with a forearm. "Yes. Move that out of my face." He doesn't mean to bark - Gabriel being gone, Lucifer being...well himself, now this, his temper is frayed.

Another yelp and she almost drops the flashlight. Instead it bobbles around in a cascade of light that hurts her eyes as much as his. She ends up dropping the cane and then the flashlight.

"I'm so sorry!" She stammers out, reaching down and grabbing the cane, before she manages to get a hand on the flashlight. "I didn't mean... I... I'm so sorry St. Raphael."

Brigid wishes her leg was good enough to kneel but she can't. It still hurts too much.

It takes him time to blink away the colors in his eyes but he finally does manage he does go to help her. "Just don't point that at people's faces." It's huffed, and close up, where he reaches over to steady her with a damp palm, it's probably more clear that whatever is effecting her is effecting him.

Those who have never been so powerless fear it - he doesn't know how to do this either.

"I'm sorry." She whimpers softly. There's so much she could say, so much she wants to ask, but she doesn't.

Brigid licks her lips. "Are you alright?" She feels the need to ask that, because she doesn't have any powers. If others do, then it's individual, if not...

She really hates this place. Except, there's really nothing for her to go home to. No pack, no alpha. She needs to worry about that later. Right now, she has other things to worry about.

He's not meaning to be unkind - fear, an emotion so rarely felt and tied in with Falling so tightly, isn't one he at all knows how to handle, even less well than other emotions.

"I've been better." It's an understatement and dry. "You look the same." He'd figured out it wasn't just the angels.

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She lowers her eyes, because she knows how to be submissive. "Even without my powers, I wouldn't look any different, St. Raphael." Brigid sighs and closes her eyes. "But everything is dead, dull. I can't hear, see, or smell anything."

Brigid licks her lips. "Can I help you, St. Raphael?" She asks, tentatively. She doesn't know what to say. She's left him alone, convinced her prayers have been bothering him.

"I didn't mean..." Literally. There are some things Raphael is frighteningly literal about, other (fewer) were he's given to figures of speech. "But yes, that's an accurate description of the circumstances."

He knows, beyond a doubt, that he could demand her light. But that would leave her in the dark and he won't take that from her. "Walk with me a while." He's beg forgiveness later from wandering. Brigid had been silent too long to account for sleeping while healing, he wanted to know why.

She swallows and follows along with him, her light forcing back shadows as they walk. After almost bumping into St. Raphael for almost the third time, she sighs and digs into her bag. "W-would you mind? The shadows are hard to see into."

Brigid offers him the end of a second flashlight. It's something her Da had taught her about being prepared. And if he's blind down here, it can't be anything but a help.

Raphael's trying to slow his pace to match hers, but it was awkward and he was trying to not block the path of her light but also trying to see with it - he kept fumbling into her way. "Yes, they are."

He took the flashlight, turning it over in his hands before figuring out how to turn it on, and letting the light beam bounce off the wall of the tunnel, and almost instantly transfers it into his left hand. "Could we borrow this?" His brothers and him.

With two flashlights, most of their issues will be fixed. she keeps up her slow, but steady pace. Brigid doesn't know how long they'll be down here. She hopes it isn't long.

His question startles her. "Of course!" She almost yelps out. "It's my spare that I brought. I wish I'd brought more." Because a lot of people hadn't been prepared for cave exploration. Then again, she hadn't thought she wouldn't be able to get back.

It helps, certainly, not that he's anymore at least. He didn't like it, didn't like being so limited.

"You are allowed to say no." In some things, anyway. Others he might insist more. Regardless he was grateful for the flashlight, since he didn't believe any of them had one.

Brigid cocks her head at him. "why would I?" She asks. "You have need, and I can fill it without detriment to myself." Normally, she isn't so cold-blooded, but she wants out of the tunnels and maybe to get her senses back.

"And if it helps you, it's the least I can do." Brigid is generous, almost to a fault.

"I don't believe you would. I'm merely saying you can." At least, for now.

"I don't pretend to understand why humans, or close enough, do what they do. Or don't. It makes me curious, but not enough to force the issue without good reason." And he didn't just mean the flashlight.

Her brows furrow. She isn't sure what he means about denying him anything, but that's not unusual. Sometimes, she's almost as literal as the angels she's met.

His comment about not doing things makes her cheeks heat and she stares at the ground. Her feet scuff along the rock for a moment. "Sometimes, humans don't do something, or stop doing something, because they were told it was an imposition to others. And they've no wish to be a bother."

She's lived most of her life, trying to stay in the shadows, to stay out of the way. Brigid doesn't need the spotlight, nor does she want it.

"I told you you weren't." He's too annoyed at the circumstances - being down here without his Grace, his brothers scattered, one missing, to bother continuing the hypothetical.

"You can pray or not as it comforts you, I'm not offended. But given the circumstances, it's not the behavior I've come to know from you." He's actually trying not to scold and it's more difficult than most would think.

She swallows a whimper and closes her eyes. Brigid shrinks in on herself and clings to her cane for a moment.

"I... St. Gabriel said..." She doesn't even know how to defend herself from his accusations and his scolding.

"I'm sorry, St. Raphael." Brigid whispers, blinking back tears. She just can't.

"There's a breadth of information between those two statements that you need to fill me in on." It was quiet, but no less firm for it. Normally he might be more concerned about her distress but now was not the time for tears.

She stops walking for a moment and gathers her thoughts. "I was in the church, back in the town." Brigid begins. "I was saying a prayer for Charlie. She'd gone missing and... I didn't know what else to do." She hadn't wanted much. Just a bit of comfort.

"St. Gabriel was looking for you, I believe." And he'd called her a pet. She isn't anyone's pet. "He said that my prayers were bothersome and far too loud. He snapped that I thought of all of you as cherubs and docile and benevolent." Brigid looks up at the archangel near her. "I don't believe that. Angels are the Swords and Hands of God. You are Soldiers first, meters of justice, and only kind and benevolent after all of that."

She lowers her eyes again, not wanting to cause trouble. "I have no wish to bother anyone. Most especially those that hold my existence in their hands." She'd learned that lesson the hard way. "He seemed... angry about my faith. I decided to keep it to myself, so as to keep my intrusion to a minimum."

"I know what you believe." It's not said to be dismissive but to reassure her that he did understand. "And Gabriel can be rather cankerous, especially if he was looking for me." Because if he was looking, that meant Raphael hadn't wanted to be found.

"As for intruding on us? My younger brother can wear earplugs, and if Gabriel takes exception to it, call to me." Because for all he did love Gabriel and didn't want to push him away...he would enforce the hierarchy, and ruthlessly so if he had to.

Her eyes widen at the implications. It sounds almost like an argument between brothers - one she has no wish to get in the middle of, because these Brothers don't fight fair and smiting is not the way she wishes her life to go.

But there isn't much she can say. That sounds almost like a Command, and Brigid is nothing, if not obedient. "Yes, St. Raphael." Her faith isn't shaken. Not at all. It's just difficult to not cower in the face of such complete authority in front of her.

It is and isn't - he doesn't know Gabriel's issue, and he will find out later, when Gabriel is returned to him - but it's impossible to separate brothers having spats and trampling over each other's duties. Still, despite their similarities to Lucifer, it's unlike either of them to lash out at each other by going after his brother's pets.

"If you mention one of us by name, we'll hear it and the others won't. Open prayers, all can hear, even to our Father. Conversely you can exclude one in the same way." So ignoring Gabriel was an option as well.

"I... there's so many who could watch over her; I wanted to make sure that everyone knew she needed it." Brigid admits, a bit sheepishly. It'd been a broad prayer, for a friend. She hardly ever asks for anything for herself, save a bit more patience, or strength to do something. Protection is for others, not her.

Brigid licks her lips. "I didn't mean to offend your brother, St. Raphael. He seemed angry that I dared... well, have any faith at all." She doesn't understand and she wants to. She does, but nothing makes sense.

"I'm not criticizing you. No one else should either." They - especially archangels - had learned to filter out what was important, what wasn't, what needed your attention and didn't. Being 'too loud' was likely some excuse, and Raphael was curious about it. "Gabriel abandoned us long ago. Likely he disliked being reminded of who he was, especially as he is lying to people about it."

She bites her lower lip. Curiosity wells up in the back of her mind. Brigid wants to ask, but it isn't her place. She knows that. It's unimaginable to abandon family to her. But isn't that just what she'd done? Abandoned them, and Markus because of her desires for knowledge?

"I meant no trouble for him. I hope we find him." No one should miss family, if possible to avoid it.

"I'm sure you didn't cause him trouble." He didn't mean it just to reassure her, he did mean that Brigid just...wasn't trouble, most of the time. That business with her going feral or whatever it was had been. "And my brothers and I will find him, when we are out of here."