Crimson hues turned away from the television and glanced up at Azrai. She had been so wrapped up in the show, that she hadn't even noticed that he entered the room. A sheepish smile touched her lips and she inclined her head as he handed her the plate. "I am truly enjoying myself. Thank you," she said softly. She shifted around in her spot and she looked at the silver untensil that she was given. She studied it for a moment, not sure how it worked, but she was determined to figure something out on her own. The pronges of the utensil would probably be for picking up the food and the smooth, long handle was well for handling. She was cautious as she slowly tried out her theory and she was happy when the fluffy egg was picked up. She smiled a bit before she started eating it.<br/><br/>Azrai had no need to worry if his food would be satisfying, because it was. She resisted the urge to let out a delighted noise as she continued to eat the omelet. There were spices in the food that she had never tasted before and it blended so well. It was enough to satisfy her small inkling of hunger. She enjoye dthe food in silence, appreciating the meals that she had been receiving so far. She felt that she was going to experience true freedom, with these small steps. She no longer feared that Arai would scorn her true nature. Nor did she fear that someone would always try to poison the foods and drinks she was given. She could sleep for a few hours without having to worry about someone killing her in her sleep. Sure, she was still running away from a few things, but she was safer with Azrai than she had been before. He was the one who had given her this luxury that she thought would never happen.<br/><br/>However, she still worried. Would she still be safe when they parted ways tomorrow? Would she still be able to keep in contact with Azrai? That thought caused her heart to ache slightly. He had given her so much and she had grown fond of being around him, but what if he wanted to forget about all of this? Maybe tomorrow was their last day as acquaitnances. How would he react when she was going away with whomever wanted her rescued? Would he turn away and sever the bonds that they created? Would he wish her well and tell her to keep in contact? Well...maybe he wouldn't say that, it seemed that his comrades were already hounding him enough as it was. It would best if he didn't seem...attached. She let out a small sigh, realizing that these thoughts would only cause her trouble if she kept thinking like that. Tomorrow would answer all their questions and she was nervous for the outcomes that could happen.<br/><br/>She looked away once again and glanced over at him. "Pillows..." she repeated gently, glancing at the couch, assuming that was where she would be sleeping. "I think that I should be fine without but if I do want them...where could I find them," she asked, as she slowly gathered herself off the floor after she handed him the plate and fork back. She stretched feeling her limbs becoming weak with exhaustion. It seemed as if they had been moving nonstop for the last few days, which was close to the truth. She knew it would probably be best to lay down, even though she knew her thoughts would keep her up. Even though she knew once she closed her eyes, her dreams would be littered with night terrors. She wondered if she would ever be able to rid those dreams that caused her little sleep. Maybe when she was safely out of the watchful eye of her stepfather, she could find peace in her slumber.<br/><br/>She shook her head and slowly moved towards the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. "What of your shoulder," she asked, knowing that it was in need of medical attention. "You should clean it or else an infection will cause it even more pain." She knew that she sounded worried and there was no way she could hide it in her voice. It seemed that they had spent this entire time hiding how they truly felt and the fatigue that was slowly draining her energy made her not care any more. If this was their last time being social towards one another, then damnit she would make it known that she was worried. Who cared that she had become attached, she knew she would from the very beginning. She was also sure that he knew that he could get an infection from his shoulder wound, but that really wasn't what she was aiming for. It a small way, she wanted to let him know that she cared about his safety, just like he had been been watching out for her.<br/><br/>She knew that his nose would heal in no time, but it could be a hindrance if he didn't properly bandage and clean his shoulder. He looked like a man who had a few safety kits lying around, so he would have probably looked at it before he decided that he would sleep. In all honesty, she wished she could keep her mouth shut sometimes because now she was rambling. "I am sure you have realized this but you look terrible. Some sleep would do you some good," she said with a slight quirk of her lips. Now, she was picking at it because even Lucian had told him that he looked bad, but in an uncensored version. She covered her mouth as she yawned slightly, realizing that she didn't have much room to talk. It had been a long few days for both of them, harder on Azrai than herself. She pulled away from the doorframe, slowly heading back into the living room after successfully teasing Azrai. Although she had been isolated for years, she hadn't lost her curious and mischievous nature that was known in Oni.<br/><br/>Plopping down on the couch, she rubbed her eyes debating if she wanted to stay up and watch more of the animated shows or sleep. She opted for cartoons only because she knew if she didn't lie down while extremely exhausted, she would toss and turn all night for the terrors that awaited her in her sleep.