"Okay." He nods to her and let's her take his arm without a fuss. He's not altogether sure where she's taking him, but they can't stay here. He shouldn't be cold, but he is. Cold, and getting colder every moment they remain standing here.

As they walk through the snow, his face is tight and controlled. He's attempting to hide the pain that each step sends through his body, but it's not easy. As they take a step down, his shoulders are jostled into an odd angle and he cringes. Swiftly, he comes to an abrupt stop and turns back to look where they'd been walking. Two long feathers lie on the snow not too far away. He steps back to them and painstakingly bends to pick them up. If she looks, Daine will see that there are several areas of Gabriel's wings that seem to have lost whole rows of feathers, and areas tinged red with very real blood.

With a deep breath, he stands and slides the dislodged feathers into the inside of his jacket before taking Daine's arm once more. "Wouldn't want those falling into the wrong hands now would I?"