Xavier was on the run. Not for himself so much as for his daughter Niya. He was on the run so she wouldnâ€™t grow up in an abusive atmosphere. So she would never feel the abuse from her mother that he had gone through. He wanted the best for his daughter and it had been best for her, and himself, to run. To leave behind the life he had been living as a famous person and find some place he could be without anyone there caring about who he was or was not. He hoped to find this place once the snow was gone. He continued to sip at the hot chocolate. He as going to just have to take faith that she was different. That she was not crazy or a serial killer. She didnâ€™t SEEM that way. He was going to believe the best of her and not the what ifs. She had been nothing but kind to him. No reason to make waves where there was no need to make waves. He was still wary of her despite this because of what he had been through with Niyaâ€™s mother.<br/><br/>He couldnâ€™t explain why he kept thanking her. For her being her. For her not slamming the door in his face. For her sharing her things with him. For her being this oddly nice woman. For her not being like Niyaâ€™s mother. There was a lot of things she had done in a short period of time that he had to be thankful for. The latter of which was probably the biggest reason why he kept thanking her. Plus he was used to having to please Niyaâ€™s mother and pretend everything was okay. She was a big shot, even more than him, and it was near impossible to get anyone to think negative of her. She knew he wouldnâ€™t ruin her name and used this against him. Used the fact he would never strike a woman in self defense as an excuse to beat the shit out of him. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Clearing his thoughts of memories he really didnâ€™t even want to remember.<br/><br/>He looked at her with a light smile. â€œI am not a psycho serial killer. I am quite sane.â€ He said with a chuckle of amusement. He merely nodded his head as she told him to focus on warming up and his daughter. He scooted closer to the fire without being directly on top of it. Sipping at the hot cocoa because it was warm and was warming him from the inside out.  He heard her next comment and smiled. â€œWhatever you have is fine with me. I am not a picky eater.â€ He said. â€œTh...â€ he cut off as he realized he had been about to thank her again. Instead he just went back to sipping cocoa and making sure his daughter was out. She was sleeping like an angel. He felt himself warming further before looking back at Eirlys. Wondering if there was anything he could do to help her out. She walked off before he could ask so he didnâ€™t worry about it.<br/><br/>Looking around he saw a dust rag and after finishing his hot cocoa he set the cup aside. He got the dust rag and began to carefully dust everything in the living room. Wanting to do something to help out. He listened for sounds of her returning to keep from getting startled when she did so. He moved the rag over nicknacks before moving them to dust under them. There was only a thin layer of dust  so it was quite easy to get the dust off. He glanced to Niya to check on her. Still sleeping. Good. He went back to dusting. He was just doing something to help out. He dusted the lamp carefully so he wouldnâ€™t knock it over before moving the rag over a radio. Being careful to not turn it on while getting everything that was part of it. He kept dusting until the room was all free of dust. Putting the rag back where he found it.<br/><br/>Picking up the mug he went in the direction he had seen her go in. Walking into the kitchen he looked at her. â€œIs there anything I can do to help out?â€ he asked. His clothes were dry so he was not nearly as cold. He just wanted to be useful. Not wanting to seem like a freeloader. She had been very nice to him and he just wanted to help out.