Carmelita
Nicholas gave the old man a nod and continued to play his song. Flowing with the music and just enjoying it as he usually did. He knew of the basics of the old man's trouble and played. Hopefully easing him into a comfortable rest. At least as comfortable as he could get with whatever condition he might have had. As he played he would soon notice the minor movements of the girl. He was shocked to say the very least, from what he had heard she had not moved an inch for hundreds of years. Was he just lucky or had he perhaps found what was needed to wake her? Only time would really tell, and Nicholas wanted to know. But for now it seemed she was struggling somewhat, just barely tapping along with her arm, keeping beat with the song. The more he played the more she continued to do so, and now he had an idea. He was not sure it would work, but considering such a slow and soothing tune was working, perhaps something a little more energetic in its own way might wake her body up. It was just a hunch, but it was very much worth a shot. So he stopped for a second and stood up. 

With himself now standing up he would begin thinking of a song, what song would work best to wake her up. He moved over to the window and looked out, noticing the mountains, stars, and most importantly the moon. And that was when it had struck him, which song to play that is. He would take a seat in the windowsill and bring his flute up to his mouth, beginning to play quietly. It was a melody that was calming, much like the last one, although it was very much different. The last one was much more slavic sounding, but this one, likely would sound more similar to the woman as it was a tune Nicholas' father taught him. One from the continent and was very different to the ones back home. Being much more oriental sounding and even middle eastern to some extent. Either way it was quite the piece. Being quiet, and calm, but with the accents he put on every note, it sounded energetic and fast. Something that would be played at perhaps an epic occasion of some sort. Although after about a minute of playing it would begin to slow down, returning to how it started as more of a lullaby piece. Something to put someone to sleep or keep them calm. While he played he watched her, hoping to see some movement aside from just her arm tapping to the beat, and maybe, just maybe it would cause her to wake up. Freeing herself from the curse of never ending sleep, and the old man from never ending servitude, something he did not deserve to live through his entire life. No matter how long or short it would be. 

While he played and watched her, hoping for any reaction, he would forget about the magic he had in place for his tails, revealing all nine. The same silver color as his hair with brown tips at the end. Making it clear who and what he was. He was both lucky and cursed to have all 9 tails that a Kitsune could have. Most had fewer, his mother only had 5, his father 7, and his sister 3. It made him an envy of many, while also making life more difficult, keeping all nine from getting in the way. Which was a problem he had a lot of in his younger years. But now as an adult, he had learned to control them better and keep them from getting in the way. Along with using magic to hide them from being seen when he wanted them to be. Although now lost in the music and moment he mostly forgot and just focused on playing. Making sure to get every note just right.
Rose
*Miyako could hear the music pick up, maybe the strange visitor felt her screams for help. She had always been yelling yet no one could hear her. It was like a dream of sorts. A nightmare rather, the one's where you scream but no sound comes out. Miyako felt so helpless, so weak. It pained her to only be able to hear the world around her. She wanted to wake up from this dream bell she would accept death as a option to... She tried with all her might to scream but her body refused to move any father then the initial finger twitches.*

*With all of her thoughts she tried desperately to reach out. Her body refused to move. Her arm and hand remaining perfectly still. If Nicholas was watching he would see her arm move a few inches towards him then fall still again. It was as if she was trying to reach out to him. With all her strength yet she still fell short. The wind blew gently into the room, as if she had made the air move. Nicholas felt a little chilly as the gentle blue glow of the moon lit the room dimly. The oil lamp on the wall was about to burn out with a small flame still burning barely giving off any light.*

*Miyako didnt remember who she was, all she had done was listen. And listen she did. She remembered falling but why or how she did not? Maybe she was dead? No this wasn't death, this was a special kind of hell. Miyako had long since lost track of time. She wasn't sure how long she had been like this? Maybe she was always like this. Perhaps she was just being pessimistic but she had hope. A candle in an infinite darkness.*

*Miyako looked strangely peaceful in this state. Despite how frail she looked, she seemed to almost glow like this. Her pale skin gently lit by a dim blue moon was quite pretty. For someone who had been sleeping she was still quite a beautiful sight for sore eyes. Her long black hair seemed to be about waste long. With a the small string barely holding it all together. The covers of the blankets seemed to keep most of her body hidden, with her arms and the very top of her bear chest exposed to the moon light. Nothing was visible however quite thankfully if Nicholas had any respect in that department . Perhaps he would feel a bit of pity for her, for what is likely to be most of her life. She has been in this state. Maybe it was a scary dream world she would never leave. Or perhaps a paradise of everything she could ever want. But there was no true way to learn of what was happening in her mind. Perhaps she just redacted to the music, or maybe the music was able to trigger something inside her. Like a hidden memory in how to move her arm.*

*Either way the fact was plane as day, for what might have been the first time in an entire century she was able to move something. Waking up was definitely going to be a challenge. But just maybe with the right stimulation he might be able to save her... Just maybe he could save someone from the brink of nothingness. And endless world of thoughts and hopelessness.*
Carmelita
With the song now over, Nicholas would put his flute down, leaving it in the windowsill as he stood up. He would walk over to her and watch her, trying to reach out to him and the sound he had made. He would take a seat in the chair the old man had used earlier, bringing it a bit closer to the bed she laid on, and eventually gently grabbed her cold hand. Feeling it gently, scared to accidentally break it with how frail she looked. "Can you hear me?" He asked her in a soft voice. Trying to be as gentle as possible in every way. Perhaps he was being overly cautious, but he would rather be safe than sorry. She had been asleep for many decades, nearing if not already over a century. So there was always the chance of some strange shock from too loud of words or sounds. "Squeeze my hand if you can hear me." He requested of her, waiting for a response. He was nearly 100% sure she could hear him, but not about understanding. Like the sound of something and being drawn to it was very different from understanding a word or sentence and responding to it. Although, they could be seen as not too different of things. 

Waiting for a response Nicholas would quietly mumble an old prayer his mother would sometimes use whenever she was nervous. It sounded almost like music, being spoken in his native tongue with an added tune. Some would even consider it music. But for him, it was not complex enough to truly be music. He hoped that maybe the prayer would ask whatever god or higher power that was up there to help this woman and elderly man, the inhabitants of this home to be better, treated of their sicknesses. In the past such requests never worked, but it was something he defaulted to from his mother. Even though he had very few religious beliefs himself and was far from a worshiper of God. Either way he would keep chanting quietly, waiting for some response from the girl in one way or another.
Rose
*Her hands were ice cold, she felt like a living ice cube. Surprisingly her skin was stunningly soft. While she was definitely frail she was at least able to not crumble from basic movements. Likely the old man's healing magic and medicine had slowed down her degradation by quite a bit. He may not realise it but if he wasn't doing such things she would have withered away decades ago. Her body would have just shut down if it were not for him. It was a miracle she was cared for at all. As he gently held her hand he felt a weak pulse in her hand. She was definitely alive, which might be reassuring or perhaps it did the opposite. Knowing such a weak pulse existed, there was a good chance she might never be able to leave the bed once she woke up.*

*Miyako definitely could hear him. Though the sounds were muffled. Like when your drowning underwater. You can hear everything but it sounds so distant... In her own hell it was a curse of sorts... All though she had no perception of time in this state. She heard him asking her to squeeze his hand if she could hear him. She tried with all her might to move her hand. But it simply didn't respond. She could hear him pray... She hoped that maybe the gods would listen... She really did, she wanted to wake up. She felt like she was there with one of her own kind. The others didn't feel like her. Perhaps this was something that manifested in her subconsciousness. But what ever it was it was a driving force.*

*For a split second Nicholas felt the slight twitch of her hands. As if they were trying their best to squeeze. With each finger struggling to move. Slowly but surely he felt a very gentle but weak grasp. She could hear him, while she couldn't really talk back to him. At least he could talk to her, kind of a special hell if you really think about it.*

*Maybe this was the first time Nicholas prayers went answered. Maybe this was a sign, or maybe this was just random thoughts. Miyako still seemed to be deep in a perpetual sleep. However after this one moment of miracle she would move no more. Just the gentle and weak pulse of her frail heart. And a slow but steady up and down of her breathing. Her eyes remained closed, unable to see such a beautiful world around them. Her two large fluffy eyes seemed to be listening quietly. What ever song he sung or what every prayer he sang. She could hear the world. The sound of birds chirping in the springs. Taunting her of a world she did not remember, the only world she knew of of was the infinite nothingness of her endless dream like state. It was practically the same thing if a thought became aware of itself. They would only know the world that is themselves. Anything beyond them, they would never be able to experience. Perhaps he would feel a little of pity for the girl. Such a hell seemed to be worse then death. And it definitely was a special one.*
Carmelita
With the response of her squeezing his hand he smiled. It looked like he was lucky and god had taken favor on him. At least hopefully he did and this was not some sort of cruel joke. When she stopped giving a response though, and only her pulse could be felt he let go and stood up. "My name is Nicholas Alger, son of George Alger. It is a pleasure to meet you Ms, I sadly do not know your name but I hope you wake up soon." He said quietly, before saying the same thing in his native tongue, although it likely sounded like nothing other than just a bunch of nonsensical noises to her. One he was done he went over to his bag and took a seat, taking out his notebook and pencil and began writing in it. He wrote first about his adventurers through Lymia. The strange elves and people he met while traveling through. And at the bottom of each page he would draw a small sketch of the events as well, they were no masterpieces, but they looked nice. Something that someone could look at and see that the artist put their heart into it, and that was what he did. Nicholas had always had this skill, to put his heart into every piece of art he did, from music to drawing, to writing. 

He would soon get to the part where he first entered Parasia, writing about its mountains and flora. And for an image drawing a set of mountains with snow capped peaks and the winds blowing down, cooling a village below, The village being the one he had passed through before getting to the place he was staying now. Then on the page just to the side he would write about Ergail and his home, drawing a crude image of him next to the outside of his house. Taking some liberties with its designs since he did not get too much time to look at it and draw a very detailed version of it. And the last important part would be the page about the woman, the one who may be named Miyako. He would write that he played music for her and she began to respond after 100 years of sleep, along with what songs he played and how he played them. Then to the page just to the side of this one he would begin to draw. Drawing Miyako herself as best he could, looking back at her, using the moonlight as his main light source. He would keep drawing, putting a lot of time into it before eventually stopping, not being able to draw anymore as his wrist began to bother him and the fact he had been on his feet all day started to catch up to him.

Nicholas probably could have gotten up and left to go downstairs to his room. But he decided against it, instead he decided to spend the night upstairs in the room with Miyako. Partially because he was tired and did not want to move himself downstairs, but also in case she fully woke up in the middle of the night. Which although unlikely was still a possibility. He would keep himself to the floor near his bag, using his nine tails as a blanket and bed of sorts to keep himself somewhat warm and comfortable throughout the night, and using his backpack as a pillow. It was not the best night sleep he could have gotten, but him wanting to be there the moment she awoke made it be no problem at all for him. Thinking about the man and the woman as he slept, he figured he could spend a few nights in this village, helping them out. There was no rush to find his family right? And this would act as a way to complete his other goals. He just could not, no would not forget about George and Zara. His father and sister and the reason he left home. The moment he had concluded business here he would head off to find them. When would that be though? Only time could really tell for him.
Rose
*The floor wasn't anything special, made from roughly cut wooden boards it was far from comfortable. Nicholas would likely get a splinter or two from sleeping on the floor like this. Perhaps his thoughts drifted as the world around him grew dark. The moon light slowly faded as it rose beyond the window. At around the same time the oil lamp finally extinguished itself. A small whiff of smoke trailed out of the glass basin of the lamp. Now the room was truly dark, if Nicholas could tell the time or guess it to it was around midnight. Perhaps a little past midnight to, with the room starved of light perhaps he would finally succumb to his exhaustion from a long day of work.*

*The following morning the early rays of light peeked through the window that was a meter of so above Nicholas. The very top of the sun could be seen creeping it's way up in the early morning. The old man was probably already up, by the presence that there was no snoring. The sleeping girl remained asleep still. Her arm still in the position that it was last night. The warm smell of fish could be smelt from downstairs. Perhaps the old man left some food out for him to.*

*Miyako couldn't smell anything in her dream like world. She felt the warmth of the heat of the morning sun. She wondered what the sun looked like. She barely remember what anything looked like to be frank. Her mind was fuzzy. It felt so strange to her, the only world she really knew was the world she could hear.*

*The house was empty, just him and her. On the door was a small note, it was written in an almost Scribble. It was difficult to read from a distance. Even up close it was a bit of a pain to read. It read "Out running errands, food is downstairs. Please feed and give our guest one spoon full of medicine before noon. Will be back before dinner."*

*Just outside the sound of birds could be heard chirping in the distance. A gentle breeze had blown in from mountains making it extra chilly today. Perhaps close to freezing cold, if it were not for fire one may run the risk of hypothermia. The window had no shutters or glass. However a small unlit fireplace was in the opposite side of the room. It had no wood and appeared to untouched. Perhaps the old man never used it, it's condition seemed to reflect that. It look like it was in a miserable state. Other then that today might as well be Nicholas' one free day. A sort of day to maybe relax.*
Carmelita
Nicholas' rest throughout the night was sub-par to say the very least. But he managed to fall asleep just from how much work he had done the day prior. When he woke up he would make a loud yawn and would rub his face with his hands and begin to stretch, waking himself up. He had a slight pain in his back from sleeping on the hardwood floor, and it was only because he was still wearing his light armor did he not get any splinters the floor would have given him. He would slowly stand up and look out the window, guessing it was later than it actually was. With how far north he was used to being, the days were often shorter than the nights. But here, further south, they tended to be much more equal in their standing. "Good morning Ms," He said looking over at the woman. The sun shining on her, giving her a warmer glow than the moon did the night before. "I hope whatever sounds I had made during the night did not bother you." Nicholas was a fairly quiet sleeper when it came to snoring, however, he was very active and tended to roll around a lot, so there was a chance he bumped into the chair a few times making some noises every now and again. 

After stretching he would start to clean up his items, putting his flute, notebook, and pencil back into his back. As he organized his bag he would dig through and pull out a photo of his mother, the one he was traveling with and using as a reminder of her. He would then softly say good morning once more, except this time in his native tongue as if he was addressing his mother. Once done he would put it back in the bag and stand up one more, leaving his bag on the floor and looking to the door, noticing the note. Reading what it stated, and it seemed the old man already knew he planned on helping out with the woman. Although that was probably fairly apparent with him spending the night in her room, sleeping on the hardwood floor. After reading the note he would look back at the woman. "I will be back shortly, I just need to get some things from downstairs." He said to her and opened the door, making his exit from the room. He walked at a moderate speed, taking his time with things. Once downstairs he would spot the food and medicine. Taking his portion first and easting downstairs. It was just fine, much like the night before this one. Not terrible, but nothing out of this world. He much preferred his mother's cooking, but that possibly was just because it was his mother and held that extra value because of it. Once he was done he put his dishes into the wooden sink. He would then go over, grabbing the dishes that held the food and medicine for Miyako and begin making his way upstairs. 

Once up stairs, he would kick open the door with his foot and take a seat on the chair, setting the plates down to the side on a nearby desk. "I am back, sorry I took so long, anyway food and medicine is here. I think we should start with medicine, which should make the food taste better." He said, trying to make conversation with a person who could not really respond. He would take the spoon and begin feeding Miyako the medicine. Doing his best to not let any spill. He did not know what it actually tasted like, and he did not have much care to find out, but all he could do was hope it worked and helped her, even if just a little bit. Once done with the medicine he would set it aside and begin with breakfast. "And here comes the good stuff I guess." He said, once one more , hoping she liked it. At the very least she was getting sustenance that was needed for survival.
Rose
*Nicholas did sound a little bit crazy talking to himself. If there was anyone else here they might assume him to be crazy. Yet he was speaking to someone who couldn't speak back. She could hear him, she wanted human contact. She wanted to say I'm ok I'm here I'm alive. But Miyako couldn't, her body simply refused to move.*

*She couldn't taste yet, well she could just it was limited. Most of her senses were numb. With the only two that retained anything were touch and hearing... The medicine was bitter and had a weird texture... The food however was... Meh...*

*Miyako had eaten this for decades... She wanted to let her visitor know she was well there. That she was alive, everyone else prior had given up... Again while Nicholas was busy trying to get her to eat he felt a cold touch. Her hand lightly grasped his lower arm. Not the one feeding her but the one he used to support himself. She still felt dreadfully cold. For a little while she well didn't respond to addition stimulation. Her limp arm just rested there, maybe the gods had answered his prayers and she was finally waking up.*

*All be it slowly, last night he got an arm movement and a squeeze as a result of external stimulation. This time she grabbed him on her own accord. Her breathing seemed to slow down a little as if she regained a small bit of control over her body. Then one word was muttered. Nicholas couldn't make out what she said but it was a word.*
**"H-he-l-lp"**
*A word crying for help, her voice was so weak and so quiet it could be mister for wind... She seemed so helpless and so lost... Her voice was barely audible. Again soon after she seemingly slipped back into a sleep. As the world of dreams once again took over... Maybe she was fighting her own demons...*