Reake is used to travel into the dreamspace so it does not particularly rattle him to move through the purple fog and into Kane's mind. Landing was always about orienting oneself. The human world, obviously, some sort of street. Looking around he manages to spot the little boy huddled near the alley. He smiles and approaches slowly, kneeling down and smiling brightly at the child he assumes is Kane. "Well hello there. My name is Reake. You look like you had a rough day." He says. Reaching out he hovers his hand over the injured bird and heals it. "Your little friend is going to be just fine. Do you have any bumps or bruises I can heal up for you?" He asks.<br/><br/>_________<br/><br/><br/>Abbaddon followed Ashton for the most part. He was used to the idea that his husband slept around. Apparently Ashton was already privvy to his bedroom preferences. That meant that the demon might be able to help him. Try as he might, he could not find a single item in any of those catalogs that would fit his large, muscular body. It made sense, considering they were designed for women. Ashton also seemed to be acutely aware of this problem, and while the demon might think he's being funny, he does nothing to impress Abbaddon, or gain the man's trust. He'd rather embarrass himself in front of a bunch of humans asking for help than give the demon any more ammo for rumors. "Mostly safe? I think I'll pass." He says. Ashton had not exactly proven himself trustworthy after all. He knows humans have sex shops, perhaps he could track one of those down... somewhere, and ask for a place to purchase such garments for men.