Concrete Angel (open)

[Night]

Night replied to Marina's smile with one as they waited for the waiter to arrive. Apparently, his idea was not all that crazy and she was following it. When the boy finally came to their table, Night expected Marina to announce her choice of meal and then he would simply pick a bottle of wine. But the girl had other plan.

Night stared at his friend, wondering if it was shyness of the peculiarity of modern clothes that rendered her speechless. It was none of the kind. He was about to poke her side gently, to have her answer once and for all when he saw her taking the man's hand and looking at a small wound on his finger. Again, Night thanked himself for drinking earlier this evening. Not that he was all excited at the view of blood, but had he been hungry, it could have ended in the poor waiter dead at his feet.

Night noticed the man didn't know what to do either as she was taking a peek at the wound. Night, on the other hand, understood, although a bit too late. Before he could take Marina's hand away, she was already healing the cut. He sighed as it closed, leaving a light scar. A quick gaze around told him no one else was looking in their direction. But now the waiter was not being professional anymore as he couldn't understand such miracle. The boy didn't scribble down her order, too busy fighting with his own mind in search of an explanation. After a moment, Marina stared at him as well, her expression like one of a child waiting to be told whether they did good or not.

Hoping to change the topic quickly before the poor boy started saying aloud what just happened, Night repeated Marina's order on a louder tone. It was enough for the man's mind to snap back to working mode. Night then added a bottle among their finest wine and said they were done. The fact they ordered only one meal for two should have been weird to the waiter, but after the shock of being miraculously healed, he didn't seem to notice and left with the menu in his hands. Night dropped against the chair's back in a sigh. He hoped the boy wouldn't go spread the word in the kitchen, those cooks were so good at cutting themselves and he didn't want to cause a commotion around Marina.

[Marina Stone]

~~ The restaurant was quiet, making his town was filled with creatures that did amazing things every day, she noticed someone who could fly, someone who was super strong and others who could control people. She knew that there weren’t many people who can both heal and harm with a touch though. She knew that it could be easily used for harm. Marina never thought about hurting someone else. It never crossed her mind even when she was faced with someone who could easily harm her. She suspected that it was in her nature to heal and help. That was why she was so scared of meeting the person who imprisoned her. She might be able to protect herself but she couldn’t do anything to make sure it didn’t happen next time.
~~Marina didn’t want to cause a problem in the restaurant that Night took her to. She didn’t want to embarrass herself or him. The man just stood there looking shocked at what Marina did. She hoped he would think it was just another talent that was evident every day. She smiled to him to show that it was normal and not a big deal. She hadn’t seen him before, at her statue, she would have remembered his boyish good looks, so she was fairly certain that he wouldn’t connect her with the missing artwork. She knew that someone else might and understood that she needed new clothes. The world she lived in now was so different than what she thought all those years she sat looking in on the people moving around her.
~~ She never thought about what she would do when she was released. It was naive of her to believe that everything would be alright once she was released. Everything would have been much harder if she had been released another way. If it weren’t for Night she would be lost in a new world. She didn’t even know that there were buildings were people went to eat. How does one figure out where they were and what they had? Marina heard about money but didn’t know how to get it or what to do with it. With Night here, she had someone to ask her questions to. He didn’t always answer her, but she felt that she could figure some of it out by his reaction.
~~ Of course Marina noticed Night repeated her order. He included something that she didn’t recognize but considered it to be his food because he hadn’t ordered anyting else. After watching the waiter amble off as if he was in a daze, she turned to Night, her eyes considering her mood. She thought about his almost easy going personality before she had healed the man and realized that he had been silent while she sealed the wound. That, along with his relief afterwards, led her to a conclusion that she didn’t like. Did he think that she could hurt someone with her ability? “I didn’t hurt him. Just because I could doesn’t mean that I would.” She spoke in low towns, making sure that no one was listening. Another thought hit her. “Have I hurt someone? Is that why I got trapped in the stone?”
~~Marina waited for an answer, fear making it hard to breathe. She didn’t want to think that she was capable of something like that but didn’t really know anything about herself. “Please Night, tell me something about me. Anything. I’m sorry but I need a little more help. You broke me out and I can never thank you enough for that and you are still helping me a lot but I just don’t understand anything,” she said, looking away from him. It was difficult to trust a complete stranger but she did kind of trust him. “And I’m scared,” she whispered at the table.

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[Night]

Night was glad when the waiter left. No one was watching them anymore. The last thing he wanted was to get all the attention. Not that he disliked it, but tonight was not the time, with Marina who knew nothing of this world. She didn't need a crowd around her while she had to learn so many things at once. Night realized he would never have enough of one night to tell her everything she had know. Perhaps he could keep her safe in his temple, or find someone and entrust her to that person.

Night had not realized his face changed of expression, nor that she could get the wrong idea from it. As she talked and said she wouldn't have hurt the man, Night wasn't certain what she was talking about. Because he knew that already. He had yet remembered she didn't know he knew. Concern appeared on his traits as he saw fear on hers. She truly was scared of what she could have done.

Night quickly took her hand in his, holding it firmly to have her look at him once again. "You'd never be able to hurt someone," he said, marking a pause so the words would have the time to print in her mind and calm her fears. The last thing he wanted her to believe was that she used to be some sort of devilish person. "You've always helped people, even those who did not deserve it."

Night wanted to explain who she was immediately to her, but he wasn't certain it was the right place. That would surely cause her a shock to learn she was not entirely human. And that he was a god. No, really, this conversation was not for this place. Again, the thought of bringing her to his temple came to him as the best solution.

Seeing the waiter was not coming back yet, apparently it was taking time to cook a fish, he decided he could still tell her a few more things about herself. It was pointless to stay there without a word next to her after all. "I often gave you lilies, because it is the flower of purity and innocence and I couldn't think of any better way to describe you. You hold your healing abilities from your mother.And you've always been nervous around the unknown, still it never stopped you from helping out complete strangers."

[Marina Stone]

~~ The room was pretty quiet, the lighting enough to calm down any energy that threatened the small space. Her energy was deflating while sitting here in the restaurant. It was nice to be inside after so long outside. It didn’t feel claustrophobic, like she had thought before walking in. The space was nice and the chairs were comfortable. She had thought that the chairs would be less comfortable, but didn’t have anything easily remembered that would have given her that impression. She thought that maybe chairs were uncomfortable in her old life. It was hard to figure things out like that, but she was glad that she was getting information at all.
~~A look of concern took over his face when he looked at her. She obviously was showing her fear and he wanted to make her feel better. His words were nice, making her feel a little better. She was glad that she wasn’t a different person than what she thought. She was afraid that she would be a horrible person who hurt people. He his hand felt warm on hers, an instant comfort that she didn’t know was possible. It helped his words sink in and she noticed the urgency in his eyes as he watched her for a reaction. She noticed that he said that she had always helped people. That meant that she didn’t develop the powers while stuck in the stone. That was a revelation and she wondered how she could possibly have these powers.
~~Marina knew that she would help anyone who needed her. She couldn’t think of a situation that would warrant human suffering. No one deserved pain of any kind and if she could take it away, she would. She understood that if someone did something to harm someone else, they needed to be punished, but there had to be better ways than pain and death. She looked at Night, wondering who he thought she saved who didn’t deserve it. A slight smile came to her face knowing that she must have felt the same as she felt now, back then. “Everyone deserves to be spared pain.”
~~ She noticed that the waiter wasn’t coming back. She was a little scared that she scared him away. That wasn’t her intention, she just wated to help him. She was starting to get worried when Night decided to tell her something else. She smiled again when he told her about the flowers. She didn’t know what exactly the flowers were, but she knew that she must have liked them. She thought back to the gardens that she was in before but couldn’t place the flowers. He then told her about getting her powers from her mom. That made sense to her and she liked the thought of not being the only person who could do something like this. She wondered if her mother could still be alive, since obviously Night still lived. She also wondered what happened to her father.
~~ That thought was replaced with his next sentence. She felt a little scared about what was going on but thought that it was normal. She now knew that she was the same person, wanting to help no matter what. It made her feel a lot better knowing that she hadn’t changed while she was a statue, or changed because she didn’t know who she was. She was instantly taken out of her fear. She was so glad that she wasn’t alone in this new place. She was happy that she knew something of herself and that she had someone who could help her understand the world and herself better. Marina laughed a little and hugged him happily. “Thank you!” she said smiling brightly. She was so glad that she knew something about herself. She noticed the waiter come back, hesitantly setting her food in front of her with her and place a bottle on the table. “Are you not eating?” she asked, knowing that her earier conclusion was wrong.

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[Night]

Night smiled as she pointed out everyone deserved to be healed. She was always saying things like that, back then. Apparently, centuries trapped in stone hadn't changed her opinion of the world. He was glad about it. Night always considered Marina as a pure person, almost like his conscience. It was annoying at times to have her forgive or give light punishment to people but he knew deep inside he wouldn't appreciate this much otherwise. He needed this to appease his mood.

Night knew it might take time before she takes back this place in his life, but he was ready to help her until things went back to what they were. He noticed she smiled as he mentioned the flowers. Perhaps he could get her some once again. Of course, finding them would be hard. He doubted people would appreciate him taking their flowers from their little patch of garden. That meant a flower shop and that was nearly impossible for him to get to one. Not like they were thinking of their can-only-come-out-at-night costumers. He'd manage something, as always.

He witnessed Marina's expression relaxing as fear left her. It warmed his heart to see she was no longer worried about herself, both past and present tense. Still, when she hugged him, he was caught off guard. For a second, he only stood there, tensed. But he relaxed, after all, it was just a hug. He gently hugged her back for the briefest moment. His smiled widened seeing how happy she was. He knew such attitude might seem strange in a restaurant but he didn't care. He rarely cared about what humans might think of him, as long as they didn't anger him.

Finally, the waiter arrived with Marina's fish and a bottle of wine. He poured the liquid in two glasses. The boy seemed hesitant around them and Night understood well why. He just hoped he wouldn't come to Marina, asking her to heal something else, or someone else. He looked at Marina as she asked him why he had no plate. Apparently, the waiter wanted the same answer. It was quite odd to come to a restaurant and not order anything. But what could Night ask? I'd like your throat on a silver platter thanks, and forget the fork, I'll eat directly from the jugular? "I already ate," he simply stated, his eyes locked on the boy to make him understand he was no longer required at their table. It took the man a few minutes before getting the message. But it surely took him only a few seconds to be away from them. Night brought his attention then back to Marina. "Have some wine. Everyone was drinking wine when you were alive," he said, handing her a glass. That he knew. People were even giving wine as sacrifice for the Gods, so of course they were drinking a lot of it too. However, Night didn't know if he had to cut it with water like they were doing centuries ago or if it was already done now with their modern methods.

[Marina Stone]

~~ Marina first noticed his smile when she made her comment. It was nice to see him smile. She didn’t know if he normally smiled, but she felt that he probably didn’t. She was glad that he was smiling and it seemed to make her fears lessen a little more. She liked to make people happy and thought that it was probably something she did before she was trapped in the stone. She smiled back to him. Often she heard people talking about what they wanted out of life. Many people had goals that they planned all their lives and some just wanted to have as much fun as possible. That usually brought people to the reason they were there, what they could contribute. Marina often wondered why she was stuck in stone, what her life held before and what it would hold in the future. She found meaning in healing those who came to her, but knew that it wasn’t enough. Now she could heal more people. She hoped to make their lives better and maybe full of smiles and laughter. Of course she wanted to start with Night, who seemed a little haunted.
~~ She noticed that he was uncomfortable with the hug and told herself not to do anything so impulsive again. She noticed people hug in the parks and it seemed to signify joy, affection and even greeting. She didn’t think that she would ever have a reason to hug, but had found herself hugging Night. She smiled at him, hoping that it would make up for making him uncomfortable. When the waiter came back, Marina noticed that he was a little hesitant about being around her. She didn’t like that thought and decided to make up for it. She didn’t want anyone to fear her or think that she was weird in any way. “No one should be in pain, especially when they are working. I hope I didn’t frighten you.” She told him with a smile, not realizing that at the same time Night was giving him a less than friendly look. If Night ate, then he wouldn’t be hungry again. That meant that he only brought her here for her to eat.
~~ She thanked the waiter for the fish as he walked away, leaving them alone again. Marina looked back at Night and smiled. “Thank you for bringing me here even though you already ate.” She said before turning her attention to the food. The smells wafting from the fish were delicious and she couldn’t wait to eat it. It felt like she hadn’t eaten in days, and she knew it was much longer than
~~ She picked up her fork and took a small hesitant bite. She didn’t know how her stomach would react to food, but hoped that it would be as accepting as her taste-buds. She made a sound of enjoyment as she continued to eat it. She peered to the wine, wondering what it tasted like. Sampling some, she thought that it tasted familiar but a little strong. It went well with the fish and she went back to eating, slowly enough to make sure that her stomach didn’t protest. “Tell me about yourself, Night. I feel like I should know more about you, since we used to know each other. I feel bad that I forgot.” She told him in between bites.

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[Night]

Night did not answer as Marina thanked him for the diner. What could he possibly say, after all? Your welcome, of course, but it was rather useless all in all. Therefore, he remained silent. Besides, he was too busy watching the waiter with one eye. He still seemed a little shaken and Night didn't want him to give them away. But apparently, either Night was convincing enough or he kept his mouth shut for no one disturbed them as Marina ate her fish.

Although he couldn't eat it, Night could smell all the flavor. He believed it would be delicious for them. It sure smelled rather nice. He took his glass and drank some wine. For if he couldn't eat her food, he was used to wine. Probably because, a long time ago, people used to give wine as an offering to their gods. Night thought back at those days. He wasn't all that important at the time but still respected. He recalled the sacrifices at the altar. Lamb, mostly, but some demanded the head of those they helped their followers vanquished. Night was asking for living human. And since rare were those asking help from a minor god, he asked it to his parents' worshipers. That allowed him an argument more than once with them.

As they all fell with the coming of new religions, Night was forced to find other ways. He mixed with humans. Not to banquets, of course, but balls, operas, any mundane events. Because Night was picky. If at moments he didn't mind going in the streets and bleeding the first homeless person he found, and there were a lot of those in the past, it wasn't as stimulating as picking someone, hunting them down with glances and words before finally piercing the skin with his fangs and drinking the blood. Today, with this new vampire craze, it seemed so easy. He thought it would've been more difficult, with all the things people read about the subject, but no. There were even people coming to him to 'turn' them! Night didn't mind, by the time they realized he was not turning them, they were already dead.

Marina brought him out of his thoughts as she asked him to talk of himself. Immediately, Night decided against telling her that. He could say he was a god. She'd probably understand why light was harmful to him. But he doubted she'd agree on his diet. The best was to shut it down, at least for now. Still, if he was ready to admit his godly nature, he didn't believe this was the place. He thought it could be better to wait until they reached his temple. "It's rather long and complicated, I'm not sure it's the best place for that," he began to say. But she'd still want to know something! "I can tell you something if you're more specific. What exactly you want to know?"

[Marina Stone]

~~ The dim light in the room was enough to elude to privacy that it didn’t give. People felt like they could say anything to one another without anyone hearing. Besides the waiters that were walking around, the other people near them could understand what they were saying if they just listened closely. Of course most people didn’t look like they were thinking about other people’s secretes. Instead they were busy having a conversation of their own. This building was such an interesting place. Marina didn’t think that it was possible to go to a place and get served like they were kings and queens. She knew that it probably wasn’t free but she still was thankful to the people who were preparing and serving her food.
~~Marina was used to sitting still, listening to other people’s conversations while trying to keep up with the times. She knew some of the people in this restaurant because they were at the park since they came to this town. The man in the corner of the restaurant was seeing someone other than the woman he was currently holding ringed hands with. She knew that meant that they were married, or at least married to someone else. She didn’t like the thought of people sneaking and hurting people like they did so often with cheating. She wasn’t going to say anything about it though, because it wasn’t her place. The woman in blue close to them was currently pregnant. She was worried about the baby and came to see the statue, hoping that if something was wrong Marina could fix it. She didn’t believe in the power but she would do anything to help her baby. Marina figured out that the woman was having twins and the second one was too small. Marina helped heal the baby and then the mother who had a tear in her uterus. Marina hoped that the babies were still alright.

~~ Marina wondered if she had a family. She was terrified that she had left children to fend for themselves. She had pictured little girls like the ones that ran around in the parks, and little boys who played sports and sometimes fought. She liked to imagine having children of her own, people who loved her and who were once a part of her. She liked the idea of raising, helping and shaping little children into adults she was proud of. She knew now that she didn’t have a family and knew that she probably wouldn’t now. She didn’t remember who she was or how she was raised. She didn’t know anyone other than Night. The thought of never having the family she wanted for so long was saddening, but she couldn’t help but be happy that she could have a future at all.
~~ When she was done eating, Marina looked over to Night. He wasn’t going to volunteer any information and she had to wonder why. Instead of thinking badly of him, she instead tried to figure out what she could ask him about. She decided to start at the beginning. “How did we meet? What year was that? How old were you, and how old was I? Did you know my parents?” She knew that some of the questions were about herself but she really wanted to fill the blanks in her mind.

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[Night]

Night laughed as the avalanche of questions Marina threw at him. He found it quite amusing. Of course, he was ready to answer to the best of his capacities. At least, what could easily be explained. He imagined a lot of things would need to be explained more and, again, the fact a restaurant was not the right place for it struck at him. He really had to get her out to somewhere more private to tell her everything he knew. Somehow, he wished she could recall. Marina was his only chance to know what really happened to her, who made this all possible. Others might be able to tell, but considering they lied about her death, he couldn't trust them. Sadly, it would appear he couldn't rely on the girl either.

Night took some time to think of how much eh could say and, more importantly, how to say it. He doubted blurting out you're a semi-goddess of over two thousand years old and I'm a god even older than that was the most tactful and right way to tell her. Besides, she was having a lot of information to deal with, he thought maybe he could save some for another day. For now, it was best to stick to what was essential.

He took the glass of wine and sipped some more. Humans seemed to be using it to give them courage, perhaps it would work on him. He then looked at her eyes full of expectations. "I was hurt and hiding. You found me and took care of me even if I was a complete stranger to you. I later came to thank you. I don't know your father but your mother is... some extended family you could say. Very extended," he said before taking another sip of wine. Gods being all one big family, he knew he was to be related to her mother somehow. Of course, there might be several gods to link the two together.

"I can't exactly give you a date. Just know it's been a long time. I think you were rather young. Well, younger than me," he added. He thought that pretty much answered all her questions. He bet she had a lot more burning her lips at the moment. "Look, there's a lot of things I'm not sure I should be telling you here. Let me take you to some place safe first," he said as a conclusion.

The waiter arrived right on cue as Night finished, asking if they were done. He took the empty plate and asked if he should bring them a dessert. Night waited for Marina to choose. On one side, he believed after centuries she must be starving but on another, he didn't know if her recently re-working digestive system could take too much food at once. Plus, he supposed she would once again have no idea what all those meals are.

[Marina Stone]

~~ Marina smiled as he laughed. She guessed that he was laughing at the questions that jumped from her mouth the moment she thought about asking something. She knew that if she had let her mouth continue blabbing, that there would be 20 more questions that needed to be answered. She didn’t know much about herself, about him, or about the time period. She wanted to know what she should wear, eat, and where she should stay. She didn’t understand the concepts that floated around the world today and wanted to figure it all out. The male in the corner who was seeing two people could be perfectly normal in today’s society. She didn’t know if all men did that and if it was to be expected. She didn’t know how to get money or even the best way to help people. She knew that people would find it weird if she walked up to them and healed them. The waiter’s reaction showed her that.
~~ She was happy that he laughed, it seemed to make everything alright now. His laugh took some of the tension from her body, seeming to replace it with a light heartedness that she felt was more natural to her. It was nice to see him not so sombre. She smiled and waited for his explanation. He seemed to be thinking about what he could tell her. She wondered if it had to do with the setting, the questions or how much he wanted to tell her. She hoped that it was alright ad that her questions weren’t too personal about him. She thought that most people knew people’s ages and that the way they met would be easy to answer. She obviously knew it at the time and it wasn’t a big deal, was it now? Did something change? She didn’t know.
~~ When he finally answered her, she smiled. She liked that she had been able to help him once. She wanted to help everyone and if she could help this powerful man in a time of need. She was sorry that he had been hurt, but as long as he was fine now. His next answer surprised her. She didn’t think they were related, or else he would have said that when she asked if they knew each other. He also wouldn’t have said that they were strangers, surely people knew their relatives. She didn’t really know what to think of him now. She knew that people treated their friends differently. Some are friends that arte more like siblings, some are more like cousins, some are like strangers, and some are more like significant others. She wondered how their friendship had been before she was turned to stone. She didn’t really want to change it now and upset him.
~~ “So we are related?” She asked, hoping that he might expand a little on the subject. She listened as he told her that he couldn’t tell her much here. She understood it, but still her curiosity was piqued and wouldn’t settled down. She smiled to the waiter who came to take her plate. She thanked him again and then considered the desert menu. She didn’t know what much was but had listened to many women talk about how good chocolate was. She picked something with that, hoping that it would taste good. When the man left again, she turned to Night again. It was nice not to be alone. She felt like she was a part of something. She could talk and be talked to, not just at. She liked listening but enjoyed interacting more.

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[Night]

Night didn't do a thing when Marina ordered a dessert. He let her decide. It was her stomach after all, she could fill it as much as she'd like. He waited for the man to leave with her order before pouring some more wine to his glass. Night appreciated wine, well most of them. He liked it better than liquor. He took anther sip of his drink, enjoying once again the taste. He may not be that good in food, but no one could beat him in wine.

She asked him if they were related. He paused a moment. "You can say that. But we're probably something like the cousin of a cousin of an aunt of a brother of a cousin," he pointed out. He believed that pretty much summed up the possible blood relation between them. "I have a pretty large family," he added. He almost wanted to laugh as he said that. Large was quite the word, if you thought of all the gods, the lesser ones, and their many children over time with either other gods or humans. And he wasn't even thinking of demi-god and their family otherwise Night believed all of Greece would be a relative somehow.

Night sighed. He supposed everything was quite confusing to marina. And he doubted what he said was really helping her. She was missing the most important part of it all. The waiter arrived with her dessert and Night remained silent until he left, which took only a few seconds. "Listen, I know a lot of things about you, me and what relates us to each other. But it's very hard to explain. You wouldn't believe me, not here. So once you're done, let me bring you somewhere I can tell you everything," he proposed her. He was nervous to say the least. How would she react at the news she befriended a god? And what will she think of her being a demi-goddess? He hoped she wouldn't be too scared by it. He could only imagine what a shock it would have on her. But someone had to tell her.

[Marina Stone]

~~ Marina thanked the waiter again, hoping to relax him a little more. She didn’t like thinking that she could scare someone while trying to help them. She wanted him to like her. She didn’t know why she wanted everyone to like her but she felt the need when she had noticed the shocked look on the guy’s face. She didn’t want to just be alright, she wanted everyone to be happy, healthy and trusting. She wanted to stop hate and fear. There wasn’t enough room in the world for negative emotions such as those. She thought that everyone must feel that way because she didn’t want to think about people being bad. It just wasn’t in her personality.
~~ His explanation of their relating confused her. She didn’t understand then how close they were supposed to be. She understood that they didn’t know each other until she helped him but that didn’t explain how close they were before she was turned to stone. She saw people everyday acting differently towards each other and because she couldn’t remember anything from before, she didn’t know how to act around Night. It was kind of scary, but she was sure that his reactions would relate to how hers should be.
~~ Marina listened to him talk away his explanation. It was true that she didn’t understand much of what he was saying. She wanted an easy explanation but knew that he was probably trying his best. She was grateful for any explanation because she knew that he didn’t have to explain anything to her. He was being helpful and respectful and patient with her. It was nice and she smiled at him because of it. When her food arrived, she turned to the piece of chocolate cake that was in front of her. IT was brown and moist and smelled really good. She nodded her thanks to the waiter, again, and then picked up her fork, digging in.
~~ As soon as the food touched her taste-buds flavour exploded in her mouth. The luscious taste was enough to make her eyes close in appreciation. She never knew anything like that, of course, because she couldn’t remember anything before she was stone and she couldn’t eat as a statue. She was glad that she picked this and thought to recommend it to anyone who she saw. She didn’t know that food could taste that good. She watched people eat all the time but never realize how it could affect them. She opened her eyes and ate more quickly, not able to wait for the next bite.
~~Soon enough the cake was gone and Marina had a stomach-ache. She didn’t know that eating too much too fast could cause such a reaction but schooled herself to not do it again. She had to admit that the cake was worth it though. Even though she was in pain, she turned back to Night and smiled. “Thank you so much for bringing me here.” She was finished her food and really wanted to understand her life back then. She wanted to know what she should be doing and thinking now. Over all, Marina just wanted to understand the world around her.

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[Night]

Night was surprised to see how quickly was she eating her chocolate cake. It would appear she liked it a lot. Or perhaps she just didn't like the fish enough to fill her newly awaken appetite. He wondered all of a sudden if the fish was a good idea. He made note in his mind not to buy her fish unless she asked for it. Chocolate however, it would appear he could buy as much as possible.

After only a few minutes, the cake was no more. He watched Marnia's face and frowned some. She didn't seem all so well. Perhaps she ate too much, or too fast? That could cause some problems and her stomach sure wasn't used to work anymore. Still, when she turned to face him, she smiled and Night knew everything was fine. He nodded after she thanked him. The waiter arrived with the bill. Night didn't even look at it. He put an amount that was quite above the price of a meal. He wished a really good tip might be enough to have the man keep his mouth shut on Marina's abilities, at least for the time being. She was in too fragile a situation to be bothered by the entire world for healing them all. Night was simply protecting his friend in her moment of need.

He took off the vest he had and placed it on Marina's shoulders. The night was quite advanced and he didn't want her to shiver in her dress. Plus it hid perfectly the upper part of her gown, making it less apparent it was an ancient Greek-styled one. She might attract less attention on her as they'd walk to his temple.

"Come," he said. "I know the perfect place where you'll be safe and could rest a little." He doubted she was tired right now. He supposed all these new sensations and those questions were preventing her to feel any form of fatigue. But before long she might just feel sleepy and Night decided it was time to go to his temple. The most important questions were not answered yet. He opened the door of the establishment for her so they could leave the place.