Heirot

Siren came to the bottom of the stairs and, feeling the privacy of the situation between Soran and Mizuki, she did her best to sneek past them and into the room where Soran's friend was lying on the coach.

She pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards, arms crossed over the backrest, examining this person as if he was a new toy Soran brought home.

Jhaptal stirred from his sleep as a new presence made itself known to him. Now that the fever was fading away, his senses were returning to normal and his thoughts were more lucid as he awoke from his unconsciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he turned his head to the new presence and immediately noticed the large angel wings on the woman's back. His eyes widening a bit, he lay his head back down and groaned. "Ah man, I died didn't I?" he said aloud.

Siren couldn't hold in the laugh that almost knocked her off of the chair. Her crisp voice echoed all around her as she tried to regain control.

"Oh that was great," she said, finally starting to calm down as she wiped away a tear that was forming at her eye from the laughter. "You're not dead yet, human," she improvised for lack of name.

"I'm Siren, Soran's servant, when he lets me. Feeling better, I assume? Our resident wonder girl healed you up."

She smiled charmingly.

Mizuki smiled softly. "It's alright." she said and held his hand tighter. She watched him for awhile then leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Work on healing up now." she told him.

Jhaptal let out a sight of relief. "I'm Tensho Masado," he replied, introducing himself in turn. "And yes, I'm feeling better thank you. Thank this wonder girl for me would you?"

Jhaptal noted the weapon that the Dark Angel possessed and decided to add while grinning,"I woulda figured Hell wouldn't be that bad if I spent all of eternity being whipped by an attractive woman."

Soran looked upward at Mizuki and nodded assuringly. "You should get some rest as well," he said, noticing the worry shadows on her face.

She smiled softly at him and let go of his hand. "I'd move you to the couch.. but you probably wouldn't.." she blushed lightly and brought out a blanket and pillow from the closet on the other side of the room. "The least I can do is make you comfortable." She laid the blanket over him and propped his head on the pillow and went to the fireplace and restarted the dying embers.

Soran lay still, finding it strange to be taken care of my Mizuki. His eyes followed her as she walked around the room and restarted the fire. Realizing he was thinking about it again, he moved his gaze to the ceiling and closed his eyes.

When she turned back around she saw Soran's eyes closed. Mizuki smiled softly and walked quietly over to him. Kneeling next to him she kissed his forehead again thought for a moment watching him. She didn't want to leave him here by himself...

As quietly and quickly as she could, she went unpstairs and grabbed the blankets and pillows from her bed. Comming back downstairs she laid out a place next to Soran and lay down with Blade close to him. She snuggled under the covers with her son still sleeping peacefully and watched Soran until she finaly closed her eyes to sleep.

The rogue lay still and listened to the sound of Mizuki leaving the room. A moment later, however, he heard her return again, and lay down beside him. Soran kept his eyes firmly closed, but he knew she was there next to him. When he heard her breath slow,, he opened his eyes again and turned to look at her. She was sleeping there beside him, the soft glow of the fire playing in her hair.

Soran eyed her thoughtfully, reaching out and repositioning the blanket that had slid off her shoulder. Rolling sideways onto his good shoulder, he skimmed his fingers very lightly across her cheek. As expected, his nerves didn't sense the contact. He brought his hand back down and rested it lightly on Blade's shoulder, eyes glowing deep in thought until he finally slept.

Siren smirked at "Tensho" playfully.

"Well, maybe you would have preffered to have died and been reincarnated as some sort of creature in a traveling performers troupe then. But, since you are alive, and since I'm not feeling particularly evil today, we'll save the whipping for later, hmm?"

"You must be thirsty, do you want anything to drink or eat?"

"No-" Jhaptal started, before he was interrupted by a loud grumbling sound from his stomach. "-thanks... Okay, maybe I do need something," he quickly ammended. He started to get up, wincing in pain as the infection that hadn't been killed off yet twinged.

"Ah, I'll get something for you, you should stay resting for a while. Soran would kill me if I was determined to be the cause of death," she said teasingly, motioning for him to stay on the couch.

She ran off into the kitchen without listening for a protest. In there, she quickly got some water ready and looked through the cubbards to see if there was anything she could feed the man.

Jhaptal nodded in reply and lay back on the couch. Closing his eyes, he relaxed for a bit. Widening his eyes, he remembered the katana that he and Soran had gone out to retrieve. He wasn't sure about the results of their mission, but for now, he'd wait for the food and water.

Siren burrowed around in the kitchen, but there hadn't been any serious cooking done yet it seemed, so she simply found some bread and red meat and turned it into a sandwhich, which she cut in half diagonally. She picked up the sandwhich on a plate and the water, taking them back to the room Tensho was in.

She pulled up a scrappy little table that was sitting around and placed the food on it for him, going back and sitting in her chair backwards again.