Cassiel had left for a little while, pleased that her patient was still alive and well, or at least as well as he could be with the wounding he'd suffered. He'd recover in time, she knew that much. The Angel was making her way home now, holding up a large paper bag with various things she'd bought, a lot of it was herbs and ointments to replace what she'd used in the recent week.

She quietly made her way up the dirt path to her home, the first sounds of her approach being when her feet met the wooden porch outside, and the crunch of paper as the back was set down then the grinding clicks as the door to her front door as unlocked. She grasped the paper bag again, first just opening the door a crack and backed into the wooden door, pushing it open with her back, then set the bag down quickly inside and pushed the door closed, leaving the door unlocked.

She turned then, moving through the front room and the kitchen that sat adjacent to the healing room where Mikhail was, for a moment looking into the kitchen as she turned into the patients room, turning her head quickly to find herself almost face to face with her guest and jumping slightly, but she didn't shout, her eyes simply going slightly wide. He was on his feet this quickly..? And he'd removed the bandages as well as the healing pads.

The sandy-blond haired young woman's blue eyes did register a level of concern, she couldn't be sure he was fully healed yet and if he was moving about he might reopen a wound, she raised two pale hands, motioning for him to back up, but still kept quiet as can be..