Gwendolyn
*The devotee listened to his words as she'd learn more about him. Her eyes searched for scars and found none, normally she would be surprised but the man had proven to be very unnaturally perfect at least in physicality, she thought to herself. The woman sat up from the bed, her eyes drifted around her room before bringing the man some water.*

```"I understand, but your life is also precious. Also, I'm sure a band of adventurers would jump at the chance to return your items to you for some gold or silver."```

*She'd say as her tone was calm and soft, watching the man closely. Her brow would rise as he attempted to give her a gold coin. A smile grew on her face as she'd refuse her, as the devotee had a suspicious gaze in her blue eyes.*

```"Yes, we can eat here. But I wasn't born yesterday. I know the moment I leave this room, you'll be gone and try to be a hero. I agreed to meet the scholar later for dinner, you will join me. Once we meet him, he will help you and study your lack of mana. Once that's in order, then we will search for your items. Is that clear? Because if I have chase you down, I will be very disappointed and carry you back in here."```

*Almonde said as she'd cross her arms, growing up on the streets of the capitals provided her some street smarts and a certain amount of boldness. Despite being a caring and soft nun, she is still a human woman that survived the dark streets of a mighty city.*

```"So keep your coin, you probably want to go on a dangerous and grand adventure against the thieves. I understand that, but we need to be smart about this."```

*The woman said as she'd prepare some oatmeal for the man, she was tempted to leave and bring food. But her guts was telling her that the man would attempt to leave and rush to retrieve his items, as soon as her back was turned. She had no interest in putting him in danger, getting deceived or chasing him.*
Thomas
"Do you often chase men you just met?" He teased, looking out the window with a grimace even as his playful words were loosed. Somewhere out there his sword and armor were being handled by... *By who?* Common thieves? Had he really sunk so low? Once others would have trembled in his presence, a legendary demigod none would dare harm for it would incur the wrath of all other 11. Now... He was just another mark, just another fish to gut.

"I don't have the gold needed to pay someone to get *My* Sword- and I refuse to pay someone to get it. That blade was designed to be held in my hands and my hands alone." He lamented, and tried once again to use his magic. Fire, wind, illusions and most importantly, Enhancement all just... Gone. He still had the strength gifted to him passively from years of Enhancement and his own strength as a demigod was naturally higher. Against the common man he'd still be more than enough- but against a foe like *Him.* 

He pictured the dark haired man with his spinning chain and cursed dagger, no magical energy coming off of him whatsoever and full of a monstrous strength. The demigod almost shuddered. If he met that man now- Noctis would be dead for sure. 

"Well I'm starving, so do you have a snack in your bag or something or are you going to make your poor patient starve?" He said, turning his gaze once more to Almonde. As a Sister of Callisto he was quite sure she would not enjoy or reciprocate flirting, which meant his natural demigod gift of allure probably would have minimal effect on her too. All that to say he couldn't get her to do anything but what she wanted to. 

*"Why can't I just meet someone who's actually affected by my gifts? Wait, did something happen to my face too?"* His hand shot up and felt his face, checking his jaw and nose to see if he'd somehow gained a squashed new face.
Gwendolyn
*As the woman's hands began to work on the oatmeal, she'd turn her attention to the man's words. Quietly listening to his playful words. Although, the devotee had many questions in her head and was even curious about the man's name. She'd hold her tongue, focused on making a hearty meal as her hands brought him a bowl of oats covered with some fruit and honey. A light meal to start off with as she wasn't sure if his damaged ribs left an effect on his breathing, chewing and even eating. She'd silently judge the young man's character as he spoke.*

```"And, we will find it when you're rested and healthy. If wizards can find the secrets of the universe, I'm see we can find your blade. Now quit your whining and complaining, and eat up."```

*The devotee softly scolded the unknowing demigod as she'd hand him a bowl of warm oatmeal, remembering what else she could get for him that would help his recovery. Her expression was soft and warm yet her eyes were oddly firm, like a strict mother almost.*

```"Now, I am going to bring more food and I will bring the scholar. If I see you leave this bed, I'll make you a poor patient. Understand me, young man?"```

*Almonde said as she'd lift her finger at the man, she wasn't too happy with the young man. Although, she could understand his frustrations and his stress. The healer placed her foot down when it came to someone's health, even if the threat come from themselves. The devotee began to walk towards the door after having changed his blanket, before leaving to seek out the scholar. Hopefully, he can help the handsome brat when she finds him.*
Thomas
Noctis took the bowl from her and couldn't help it as she prepared to walk away- he laughed. It was a pure sound and yet, it was a master craftsman's bowl that had been cracked and filled with glittering gold. He laughed hard and loud as she called him a young man, as she practically wagged her finger at him and scolded him. 

"Yes Sister of course, I'll be on my very best behavior for you. Don't want you paddling my bottom." He said, laughing still as he spooned oatmeal into his mouth. It tasted incredible, he hadn't been this hungry in weeks. He shoveled the food into his mouth so fast it was as if he were inhaling it down into his stomach. 

"Bring good food to the Scholar if you expect him to move- chocolate will be best. It helps recover from transference fatigue." He called as she was leaving. The handsome young man seemed strangely knowledgeable about the magic used to help save his life- and spoke of it with a casual nonchalance.