Gardua looks down at her as she carefully treats the wound.  Without another word, he scoops her up in his arms and takes a running leap off the side of the building.<br/><br/>“Which is… your apartment?”  He asks, puzzled, still not fully grasping the concept of these apartments.  Acting nonchalant as they glide through the crisp, cool air of the night, Risa must grasp the fact that she is flying, not something one does everyday.<br/>