Abby and the rest of the girls gasped when the knife hit his wing. Abby jumped up and examined his wing, careful not to hurt him. the others sat, still huddled in the corner. they whispered to eachother quietly. Abby dabbed at the cut with her clean shirt. her eyes darted from his wing, up to him, then quickly back down. a blush reached her cheeks but she covered it ith her hair as she looked down. -why am i blushing? i shouldn't be blushing! he is an angel! what am i doing!?- she was confusing herself. -what is wrong with me?- she thought

He winced at the pain from his wing and shook his head at Abby. "Don't mess with it now," he tells her, "we have to help them first." He nods towards the girls in the corner and turns towards the girls. His eyes imidiatly landed on the one with a badly cut arm and gestured for her to come forward. The girl slowly came towards him with her friend and he gently held her arm in his hands. He closed his eyes and focused on her wound and the wound slowly faded back to normal skin, not even a scar was left.

the girls gasped and all flocked to him, holding out their arms and pushing their legs between the other girls. Abby stood patiently as they attacked him with their wounds and scars.

He held out his hands to the girls, "Easy now ladies. I only have so much energy that I can use and right now I am very low on it from getting rid of your captors.." His eyes showed this fact seeing that they looked very tired. "What I can do for you all is one thing," he says in a calm but tired voice, "I will give you all clothes and teleport you all near a police station. There you can tell them your stories and how you managed to escape after... Well killing your captors I suppose. But you cannot say anything about me, understood?"

the girls all nodded silently. Abby watched him calmly care for the girls, all aging from 15-19. Abby looked down again, hiding a scar on her neck from her ex when he got drunk and attacked her. she dropped her eyes as she put her hand over it and closed her eyes.

He made a pile of clothes appear and let the girls get dressed. Once they were ready he wished them luck and teleported them all at once to the nearest police station. He then returned to Abby, looking even more tired, and says, "Now. Let's get you home. Darcy has to be worried and confused."

she grabbed his hand without thinking. "we can walk. don't use all your energy. and she'll be fine"

He shook his head, "No, it's quicker if we teleport. Plus we are going to have to explain to Darcy her whole out of body experience." He glanced down at their interlocked hands and felt his heart swell some. He then looked into her eyes and closed his for a moment and teleported them back to Abby and Darcy's place. They stood in the main room and Darcy rushed in, skidding to a stop when she saw Micah.

Darcy looked at them wide eyed. Abby watched her then looked down at their hands, making no effort to remove hers from his, cause, honestly, she didn't want to. Darcy burst with questions. "what happened? how did it happen? why did you bring me back?" then she changed to statements: "y'all are cute together! y'all should date! wait, you're an angel, so nevermind"

He moved towards the couch, needing to sit down due to his lack of energy and his injured wing. He didn't mind his hand and Abby's hand interlocked and though that it was nice. "You can mess with my wing now," he says to Abby, "as for you Darcy.. One I got rid of the captors and sent the other girls they had had for who knows how long to a police station for help. Two, the simplest answer I can tell you is magic. And three, I brought you back because it was not your time." He tried to ignore her statements about him and Abby but did feel a fuzzy feeling inside of him.