His arms were strong and he easily lifted her from the ground. Almost at once she felt safe as she was placed against his chest, despite his words. Her cheeks burnt a brighter red than parts of her lovely hair. Ba-dump. She heard his heartbeat. It was steady and calm again and worked to soothe her. Eyes closed and she took in her scent, catching herself halfway through, and chastising herself immediately. This man was her Angel of Death and was all to eager to deliver her to Oblivionâs door. He spoke more and she blushed even brighter.<br/><br/>âI am sure that I didnât cause thatâ¦â she trailed off and decided not to press the matter. If he wanted to believe that she had touched something inside of him then she would let him. No magic would have such results. If she was able to get under his skin already then maybe, just maybe, she could convince him to let her grandmother and herself go. She chuckled at herself and shook her head. No. A promise was made and Moira was going to make sure to keep it. She did not realize that it was this sort of behavior that was so charming her captor.<br/><br/>When she was carried to the clinic, she gasped. The people of this city! Tears welled up in her eyes. Their energy assaulted her. They were all so sad, angryâ¦ and they were unable to mask themselves as well as the man who held her. It was almost too much for her and she looked up at Vega with a trembling lip. Beautiful, sweet, kindhearted witch.<br/><br/>âAlright,â she shuddered, hoping out of his arms. She walked towards where the medicines were kept. Eyes scanned the shelves and she became confused. With the massive amounts of pain from every direction and all of the different medicines she could scarcely find her footing! With a sigh she took an armful of the many boxes and pills and headed towards the counter. âHopefully I have enough cash for all of this.â