With all things considered, it unnerved Dimitri with just how simple it was to move a body around Boston. How many people had moved bodies around the city and no one had even batted an eye? The thought had sent a shiver down Dimitri's spine, though he didn't linger on it. All it took was some wits and guile, and you had yourself a moved body in a crowded New England city. For all the evil that it could do, Dimitri was glad it had done some good. If she would just make it.<br/><br/>Each moment under the sea ticked slower than the last. The shock quickly made ties with the devastation in the demigod's heart. It didn't take long for the unease of the sea to intensify, entering into Dimitri's mind and reminding him that it wasn't safe. Generally speaking, Dimitri hadn't ever had to face something like this. In the past, it was usually just himself in danger of dying. In any situation where he had to protect someone, they usually knew combat even better than he did, and even if they didn't, they were at least able to run. But now, the stress piled onto the demigod. He could hardly think, let alone act. The next hours would determine so much for the demigod, and nobody was coming; it was his fight to win or lose.<br/><br/>Suffice to say, Dimitri considered it a victory when she'd still had a pulse when they'd arrived back at Alannah's home. His body was physically and mentally exhausted from the energy sapped and the anguish experienced. His veins ached from all of the effort he was putting into magic, like a muscle, over exerting it would cause injury. Dimitri was utterly disheveled from the night. He'd seen gruesome things in the past, but even without blood, Alannah's body was something he wasn't willing to accept. He continued to apply all of the healing properties his veins could produce.<br/><br/>His hair was entirely messy, sticking up at some parts and overall looked like he'd just survived a tornado. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin was pale. After what had seemed like several eternities, she finally made a noise. Dimitri couldn't make it out, his senses weren't as in tune as normal; he was just too exhausted. Dimitri looked up to the ceiling, though his heart was looking passed it to the sky.<span style="color: #0040BF">"Thank you."</span>He whispered under his breath, though he wasn't sure his prayers even relatively played a part. In either case, he was grateful no matter what.<br/><br/>Alannah commented on his birthday, but it didn't phase Dimitri. After what she'd been through, Dimitri expected her to be somewhat delirious.<span style="color: #0040BF">"Shh. It ain't my birthday, Alannah. You're home now, you're gonna be alright. Everythin' is gonna be okay."</span>Dimitri said, in a hushed, comforting tone to the mermaid. Subconsciously, Dimitri had counted the days in his head. He blinked once, upon the realization.<span style="color: #0040BF">"Wait, I guess maybe it is..."</span>Dimitri said, relatively emotionless. His birthday was such a small event in comparison to everything else that was going on.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">"C'mon, I gotta give you one more treatment."</span>Dimitri insisted. He lifted a bucket of water next to her bed. She'd used it to throw up in once after she'd had more to drink than she could handle. Who knew it would one day help save her life? He dipped his hand in, far too overtired and exhausted to actually will the water through the air. His hand came out with a little ball of water resting on it, it, in truth, hurt just to hold in shape.<span style="color: #0040BF">"Take my hand. With the bad one."</span>Dimitri asked of her.