Crime and Punishment...?

Castiel had been treated physically, though mentally, emotionally, he was still reeling from the battle. With his good eye closed the older male was resting, churning his feelings over in both his head and heart. He still felt like a failure… like he hadn’t actually earned the promotion Regulus had given him on the spot at the battlefield. Like he wasn’t a good father. Castiel had so many doubts flooding his head… could he even protect his mate and remaining child if it came down to it? The pale man shifted on the outskirts of the healer camp, wondering how many others would need to come get aid before returning to their dens that night…

His ears twitched thoughtfully and the male frowned, lifting his head as golden eye opened once more. The herbs on his face smelled rather strong… Not particularly bad but not particularly good either. But there was something beyond the scent of herbs that had caught his attention that was wafting towards him. His golden eye widened as it fell on the pretty cream and white femme. “Etain…” Castiel uttered his daughter’s name, offering her a bit of a sad smile. He was happy to see her… just not like this.