"Hold still now, I'm just about finished, mending the core is tricky business."

Ion's not sure what to think when he suddenly just appears laying on this futon sort of bed and fingers are threading through his hair, massaging at his scalp carefully and scratching just precisely at the right moment and in the right pressure.

It feels good.

Calming even.

"Watching these memories as I come across them makes me want nothing more then the smother you in my Glory and keep you there until I'm satisfied."

He feels like he knows that voice, he should recognize it, and he's heard it before. Somewhere special, somewhere that makes him subconsciously think of 'home' and 'warmth' and 'love' and 'laughter'.

Things are coming back to him, things he didn't even know he didn't know, remembering things he didn't even know he didn't remember.

Scenes of a childhood he was taught to think he never had.

Sounds of laughter and the tingling feeling of fingers itching over his lower stomach and his feet.

"Oh yes, your toes were a favorite of your older brothers, always a trusted way to bring about a smile from you."

His eyes finally dart up and he's filled with a sense of unexpected recognition and relief. This is a face that he has long since associated with protection and parent. Eyes that he knows have watched him even when he feels he is so utterly alone. And that smile he inherited for himself.

The corners of his mouth crinkles as He smiles, those fingers still so expertly threaded through his hair, scratching lighter now but still completely comforting.

"Take it easy now, it'll take a few days for everything to settle again."

Ion tries hard, tries to place the names to the faces of the pictures he's looking at, the places he sees in the background, and slowly but surely his mind is catching up with the desired information. He grimaces in discomfort and then there's a thumb rubbing a circle in the middle of his forehead, eyebrows are meeting in concern above him.

"What's wrong? Where's it hurting?"

Hurting? That's right, it hurts, he feels it. His mind is slowly imploding . It is pounding and squeezing and he wants it to stop.

"Head? My head hurts."

"Oh, I would imagine. There was a lot of mending that should not have needed to take place. No matter though, I fixed you right up again, no more mind wiping for you."

A set of lips press against his throbbing temple, a scratchy scruff of beard brushes against his forehead where that thumb was just rubbing a moment ago, and he's filled with a deep numbing comfort that soothes him deep in his grace.

"Why don't you take a nap? Get some rest and let the healing work it's magic."

Ion wants to say no, he wants to sit up and move around, there is grace he has not felt in so long moving within this house, and Ion wants to explore it all!

"Now now, I could make you do as I said, but seeing as to what you've been through I am attempting to leave this as your idea."

A blanket is pulled up under his chin and Ion subconsciously snuggles down into it.

"Okay."

For some reason he is sure that the familiar grace will still be there when he wakes and so he isn't as worried about it, not anymore, besides he is quite tired too.

"And I'll be moving you from under Naomi's command, she needs a break in leading for a time, and you need time to heal from her command. No, as I remember you had once shown promise under Gabriel's tutelage, I think we'll give that a try for a while and see how it goes."

A hand smooths back his hair and Ion sighs, the welcome darkness of slumber is a welcome friend, and a warm chuckle sends him off, "But you get a nice rest first."

"Yes father."

Chuck smiles down at him, scratching lightly at his scalp still letting his own grace wash through him even still, Ion always slept like a fledgling.

"And your brother will do well in keeping you out of trouble as well.

Ion nudges closer and licks his lips, pulling Chuck from his thoughts, just like a fledgling.