Reyna cleared away what little mess she'd made as Noah picked at his food, patiently waiting until he'd finished before leading the way out of the kitchen. While he hadn't cleaned his plate, she was relieved that he'd eaten at all. There was no telling how any of Dmitri’s new walking blood banks would handle their new life. Some didn't even bother to touch their food at all, causing Reyna more trouble then they were worth. But Noah, silent and sullen as he was, appeared to be adaptable.<br/><br/>Reyna filled the silence Noah left behind with tidbits of information that might help him in the long run. She was sure to mention what time dinner would be served and that he was expected to be there; early being better. Dima din’t tolerate tardiness. And though Noah’s days were his to do with as he pleased, he should at least try and get used to being more nocturnal. It was just easier for everyone that way.<br/><br/>"Well, here it is," she said, opening the door and presenting the space with a flourish. A four poster bed made of dark wood was the star of the show, the duvet cover and ridiculous number of pillows were all in a neutral colors, that matched the thick curtains that shut out the sun. A heavy desk sat beneath the far wall next to a tall bookshelf. Two reading chairs pushed under the windows faced a glass inlaid coffee table. "We can get you sorted out with clothes after you've had some rest. The bathrooms just through that door,” She pointed to a door adjacent to the main door.<br/><br/>Reyna hovered in the entryway for a moment, looking as if she wanted to say more, "I didn't do much, since I don't know what you like. You can decorate however, but that's for another time, for now just focus on getting some rest. I'll be around, just give a yell if you need anything." With a parting smile, she closed the door softly behind her, leaving Noah alone to settle in as she went in search of Dmitri.<br/><br/>Not that she had to look too hard, there were two places he'd be this time of the day. And sure enough, she found him in his own room, just stepping out of the bathroom, dressed down in a pair of joggers and a black T-shirt. The latter of which was damp as water dripped off the curled ends of his hair.<br/><br/>She tsked as she took in the state of his hair, and stepped around him to grab a towel from the bathroom. Returning, she pointed towards the bed, where Dima sat down with a full body sigh. Tilting his head, he peered up at her with a tired smile, "Well?"<br/><br/>"I like him," Reyna said somewhat reluctantly as she proceeded to run the towel gently over his head, “he'll settle in just fine I think. Just give him some time." And she truly believed that given enough time, Noah would settle into the household just fine.<br/><br/>Yet, when she remembered her brother was coming home in the next couple of weeks, she wanted to take back her words. No doubt Bellamy would be less than thrilled with the newcomer. Especially considering what they knew about him. Her brother was prone to jealous fits and childish tantrums that sometimes ended up with the poor souls worse off than they started out. But so long as he didn't kill or maim them, Dmitri usually let him have his fun. The vampire always seemingly more amused than angry.<br/><br/>Only the new boy wasn't just any human. And given the lengths Dmitri had gone through to make the human his, she doubted he would be as amused with Bellamy bullying this one.<br/><br/>With a soft sigh Reyna stepped away, folding the towel neatly and setting it down on the bureau before returning to the bed. "Someone's going to have to tell Bell" she said, not looking all that thrilled about the potential outburst that would no doubt follow.<br/><br/>Dmitri didn't look all that concerned, "He's your brother. You'll tell him this one is off limits."<br/><br/>He lie back on the bed then, resting his head in Reyna's lap, who absently combed her fingers through his hair. "I'll call him." Let Bellamy throw his tantrum well away from her; he might have even calmed down some by the time he was back home.<br/><br/>Silence fell over them then, and Reyna stayed until Dmitri had fallen asleep. Quietly slipping from the bed, she sneaked a peek at his arm, the angry pink scar the only sign that he'd been injured. By the next sunrise his skin would once again be blemish free. Grabbing up the used towel, she stepped out, closing the door behind her.<br/><br/>She stared down the hall to where Noah's room was and considered checking on him, but didn't think he'd welcome the intrusion, so she left him be.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>~~~~~<br/>
</b>​</div>By late afternoon Dmitri was awake and his arm was no longer a pulsing mass of pain as his body worked to heal itself. The house was silent given the time of day as he trekked to Noah's room, after having stopped in his office to take a few calls. Not bothering to knock, he opened the door, brow furrowing as the human’s scent hit him anew. Apparently one little taste had done nothing to ease his thirst. As it gnawed at that animal hunger that never truly went away, he pulled one of the reading chairs to the side of the man’s bed, where he settled down with a deep inhale that had his gums aching as his fangs lengthened.<br/><br/>Years of self restraint kept him from tearing into the man and drinking his fill. Is this what it would be like from now on? A constant battle to keep himself under control. He really had not thought this through. Propping his feet on the edge of the bed, he studied the man, musing on what caused him to stir so restlessly.<br/><br/>What did he fight in his dreams?