"You don't need to assure me. When Frey gets better, he'll take care of it." Seira assured her companion with unwavering confidence, pointing her finger up. "I can't wait to see that." The doors of the lift opened and closed after them, enclosing them away from all the eyes and ears that would spy and pry on them. "And I bet even SRI wouldn't want to see Master angry!" A wide, slightly psychotic grin appeared on her lips.<br/><br/>The elevator ride was short. Their room was only on the third floor - fortunate for climbing through the back window. The keys were clinking in rhythm with her heels as she passed through the marble corridor. The floor was polished enough for her to see her reflection in it - sure an expensive hotel to say the least...<br/><br/>She stepped to one of the wooden doors that lined the corridor and moved to unlock it. "Please, walk silently." she warned Sara in a whisper. "I don't want him to wake up."<br/><br/>The hall of the apartment they currently occupied was vast, at least for a hall. Frey's black coat hung off it straight before their eyes, and Seira, too, unpinned her long crimson cape and carefully placed it by its side. The blood-red pair of heels quickly slipped off her feet, and walking on her tiptoes, she hurried to the room she left him in.<br/><br/>He was still there. Off course, how would he leave? On the tall bed, hidden under the cover of a white blanket, his slim figure lay somewhat twisted. The window was open... It looked like he was sleeping, his long silver hair spread across the pillows, and most of all he resembled a porcelain doll - incredibly life-like details of his long lashes, smooth white skin, all of that was unearthly beautiful, but motionless and quiet. Almost peaceful.