Heirot

Laya looked at him and then towards the door. "Oh... yes," she said and turned back to the pot with a spoon. "It is done if you would like a bowl... I'm not the best cook in the world, but it will do." She told him, being careful not to get to close to the hot steam with her blistered fingers.

Telanis smiled at Tetsumaru. "We were running," he explained proudly. He turned to Laya and saw that she was favoring her fingertips. "Are you hurt?" he asked, looking at her hand with concern.

Laya looked up as she looked around for some bowls. "Oh... its nothing I just got foolish and grabbed a hot pot," she said going for what she hoped was clean dishes.

Telanis noticed the red scalds on her hands and frowned. He reached up and took the dishes from the cupboard before she got to them, reaching them easier because of his height, and set them on the counter. "May I see?" he asked, reaching out for her hands but not touching them.

Kratos had fallen asleep next to his sister on the chair. He had manuvered her ontop his lap after he heard her murmming as if she was in a nightmare. Then exhaustion from the days events kicked in and he fell asleep cuddling his sister who snuggled into him in her sleep.

Laya had almost reached the dishes, balancing on her tip-toes when Telanis reached them with much more ease, placing them on the counter. "May I see?"

Laya held her blistered hand and looked at it and then back at him for a moment. She then slowly let her hand go to him and her fingers to unball.

"Its alright, really," she said.

Telanis closed his hands with care around Laya's hand, lifting it gently upward. He tilted his head forward and touched his forehead lightly to her hand, sending off a faint warm glow. The blisters on her fingers healed away rapidly and left her skin like new. Removing his hands from hers, he raised his deep brown eyes and looked at her, her hand still resting lightly against the red star on his forehead.

Laya's mouth opened, but she said nothing as she watched with a child's curousity at what Telanis was doing as drew her hand to his forhead. She still said nothing, even when the warm light appeared and seconds later the sting was gone from her fingers.

She blinked several times as if coming out of a sleep. Her gray eyes fixed on his as she slowly drew her hand away, holding it in front of her and tracing where the wounds had been with the tip of her finger and then she drew her hand to her chest. "Thank you," she said softly, a strange hint to her eyes.

Laya looked away. "Dinner is ready."

Telanis nodded gladly in anticipation of more carrots and walked off to tell the others as though nothing unusual had happened. He walked over to where Tetsumaru and the siblings were. He kneeled next to the sleeping Kratos and Neko and poked the former lightly in the side of the head to see if he'd wake up.

Tetsumaru stood from his seated position in the corner. He nodded, "I wouludu laiku somu foodo pureazu." He paused for Telanis to check out Laya's hand and noticed a faint glow, which he stared into idly. "Do you knou maciku?" he asked when he noticed Laya's hands were healed.

Telanis looked back at Tetsumaru quickly from his place next to Kratos and blinked. "I wouldn't call it magic....maybe it's a gift," he said humbly, not wanting to arouse any more suspicion.

Kratos stuttered in surprise as he awoke, waking up Neko in the process.

"Ah! What's wrong with you?" Neko grummbled, rubbing her eyes. Kratos blinked away the sleep from his eyes.

"I dosed off?" he asked.

"I see," the ex samurai replied, taking it at face value. He really didn't understand the supernatural that well anyway. "Izu zere anyshingu else you can do withu youru giftsu?"

Laya began to fill the bowls with the hot soup and place them on the table. The steam from them filtered up and into the air. She said nothing, but there was a hint of something... maybe a smile of contempt on her face. She was happy with these people... with Telanis.

Laya walked towards the door to the room where Kratos and Neko were. "If your hungry the food is ready," she said quietly, knocking softly on the door before speaking.

Kratos and Neko both blinked at everyone then stood up, still in a daze.

"I can't believe I nodded off." Kratos said, more to himself.

"Well what were you doing with me?" Neko asked him, slightly annoyed.

"You were having a nightmare and you started fussing..." Neko paled at the thought of herself crying in her sleep. She didn't even remember the dream she had. She blushed and looked away.

"Th-ank you..." she murmmered to her brother has they walked into the kitchen after Laya. She didn't want to admit that things could make her scared or cry. She was supposed to be strong around her brother... she looked up to him so much...