After a while Reake is done pruning Abbaddon and he has a small pile of busted feathers that he sweeps into a bag. "At least you keep Gabe well supplied in spell ingredients." The healer teases his younger brother.<br/><br/>"I think you just like to pluck me everytime he gets low." Abbaddon grumbles, though one could tell he didn't really mean it. He rubs at the more tender spots on his wing that were plucked.<br/><br/>Reake laughs. You wouldn't need plucking so much if you were more careful!" The healer waggles his pliers at Abbaddon. "Besides if Gabe needed feathers for a spell and he didn't have any he'd probably yank his own out. You keep him from going bald of wing."<br/><br/>Abbaddon and Dercass laugh rather loudly at that. They knew the eccentric spellcaster would do exactly that if he needed to and probably not think twice about it. "Now where did my husband get to?" Abbaddon grumbles.<br/><br/>Reake had been picking up on quite a few vibes from Iris and Kane alike, he knew this would be a bit much for Abbaddon to handle on his own, so he decides to intervene on his brother's behalf. "No! No! I'll go check on Kane. You need to eat and regain your strength little brother. I bet you skipped dinner last night." Abbaddon nods because it is true and Reake goes to find Kane.<br/><br/>The moment he's gone Dercass looks at Abbaddon. "You know he's meddling." She says.<br/><br/>"I know, but Kane needs some meddling. I don't think he's well Dercass. If anyone can help him, Reake can." Abbaddon says as he pops food in his mouth.<br/><br/>"Pfft. Of course. Meddler savant, created to meddle. Biggest gossip in heaven..." Dercass says.<br/><br/>Abbaddon laughs. "That's not fair! He never spreads gossip... he's just nosy."