Micah blinked slightly as Ivan took the girl away, leaving him alone with Lily. He shrugged slightly, folding his other wing over the tiny Russian. Closing his eyes, touching Lily's mind lightly. It'd feel like the velvet of his wings were brushing against her mind. <You certainly have a soft spot for strays, don't  you?> he said, a gentle purr rumbling in his chest. Strong, fur-covered arms slid around her middle. < Bed?> he offered.<br/><br/>Ivan fussed over the redhead, finding a fresh robe and a pair of Lily's shorts, and a tank top.  Darling, your clothes, they go in incinerator. I have new things for you. But first, ve shower he said, taking her to a bathroom, one of the few functional remaining. He started up the shower, then pulled off his sweater.  now, strip, and let's get you cleaned up. the  slender-muscled male said without preamble.