After being assured Daya was eating; Lyfe focused on his own meal. It was slow going--he was more tired than hungry now. But his body needed sustenance. Raelyn had taken a majority of the pain away; but that didn't mean he suddenly had the nutrients he needed; or felt his energy reserves replenished. Only food and rest would do that. He made idle conversation with Roderic between bites; going over what their plan was. Over the next few weeks they would stay with the witches to recover. Grace had agreed to shelter them for the time being; and would mull over the prospect of allying her coven with them once more.<br/><br/>In the mean time they were to make themselves at home in the spare rooms. Lyfe had already mentally committed to rooming with Raelyn. She didn't know it yet-but he couldn't fathom sleeping anywhere else.<br/><br/>Daya would room with one of the other witches, and Roderic would room with Corey to keep an eye on the boy. All this they discussed in soft tones, only pausing when Raelyn glided over to his side. He was intimately aware of her presence as she poured him a glass of juice. Her breasts brushed against his arm, and he was hard pressed not to comment on it.  She had to know what she was doing--being that close--but he didn't have a chance to call her on it.<i> "I'm off to bed, if you need anything just yell. The spare rooms are on the left wing, up the stairs.Breakfast is usually just after dawn."  </i>She delivered the information with all the enthusiasm one did when talking about the weather. A barely there smile was the only thing that tempered the words--before she made an exit.<br/><br/>Lyfe's gaze followed her till she disappeared from view and he was able to focus on his food again.<br/><br/>"Leave that one alone." Roderic's voice made him look up. "I don't trust her not to use and abuse you; and you're not being very subtle with your thirst Lyfe. Sate it elsewhere."<br/><br/>That was easier said than done. Lyfe masked a snort by taking a sip of the juice Rae had poured for him. "I'd never do more than look at a witch."<i> Unless it was Rae. </i>She was apparently an exception to the rule that his fearless leader didn't know about. Roderic seemed satisfied with his answer and peered at his pack attentively.<br/><br/>"Do your own dishes, and get some rest. Its been a long night." No one disagreed. Lyfe was one of the first ones to rinse out his bowl and head to bed. He didn't take the conventional route though. If he knew Raelyn she had no intentions of sharing her space with anyone; and would probably ignore him knocking at her door. So instead of giving her the chance to refuse him, he stepped outside into the brisk night air; circling around the side of the aging building. Vines slithered across its exterior that he used to shimmy up to Rae's window. He tried simply shoving it open, but that was pointless. It was old, and the hinges were probably rusty. Sighing dismally he cursed at witches and their insufferable need for old creepy architecture. Moving meticulously so he didn't fall; he finessed the window open; by using the right amount of force and leverage. Once it was ajar, he fluidly dropped into Raelyn's room, landing with all of the grace of a cat who immediately found its footing.<br/><br/>Light illuminated the room so he knew his favorite witch wasn't sleeping.<br/><br/>He came face to face with Raelyn propped up on the bed with a book and a bat.<br/><br/>A cheeky grin crossed his features and he tsked disapprovingly at her. "You look so threatening in lingerie- with a novel in your lap. Were you gonna wax poetry at whoever was breaking in--then take a swing at them while they were critiquing you?" He was trying desperately not to laugh but it was hard. "Also I've come to tactically acquire the left half of your bed. It's clearly too big for just you." He informed her, stepping further into the room.