Lee continued to attempt to undo his cloak, until his hand swept hers away. She frowned slightly but in her head she reassured herself that this action meant he was okay. She sat back on her feet and move her hands off of his chest and placed them on her lap. She was quiet as she heard him speak again, a silent sigh escaped her lips and her tensed shoulders relaxed. He opened his eyes and her shoulders relaxed into a slump, and her fuzzy eyes locked with his for a brief moment before she diverted them. Her stomach in knots for some reason.<em>'Thank god he's okay. That... would have been terrible. To summon someone's love and have them die before they met each other!'</em>She fidgeted with her hands, avoiding eye contact as much as possible but still stealing glances at him.<br/><br/><em>'Our times are far from up? What is he talking about? Wait...'</em>Her brain began to piece all the puzzle bits together now,<em>'The wings, the cloak, his mask... the... scythe... he isn't...'</em>Lee's eyes widened a bit as she looked down at the man, her shoulders becoming a bit more rigid again.<em>'Is he... Death?'</em>Lee's heart began pounding some more now. Now she really wasn't sure what to do as she listened to him speak about his robe and then asking her for something... what was it? Water? A chair?<br/><br/>He sat up and suddenly her eyes had met his, her pupils contracting and then relaxing as she focused on his. Her heart suddenly felt as if it was going to pound right out of her chest, like as if it was a jackhammer. Her head felt warm and her eyes felt like they were going to glaze over. Lee wasn't sure if this was a reaction from being so close to an attractive guy or the fact that this man was quite possibly the pale horse rider. "Ummm" She spoke, breaking what felt like an awkward silence to her. "There are some chairs just over there," she said pointing and standing up. "As for water, we have a sink down here in the laundry room, but also a kitchen right up the stairs..." she then awkwardly stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jeans.<br/><br/>Her toes hugged the floor as she scuffled back a few inches before bending over to help the robed man up, her hands both extended.<em>'He's not the only one who needs water, I feel like I need a cigarette too. No I don't need a cigarette, I just need a big comfy chair and some quiet time... Why am I so stressed? Or am I stressed? I can't tell anymore...'</em>she thought as her palms opened for him to grab. She felt the need to ask him, if he had ever breathed air before, considering his reaction, but it felt like an awkward time to prod the man with questions. Let alone, was he going to continue to remember to keep breathing? Would he do it subconsciously...?<em>'Why am I worrying over these things?'</em>Lee finished thinking to herself.<br/>