It was not unexpected when Kara crawled over over and lay down beside him, nor when, after she spoke, she insinuated herself between his arm and his side. The young blonde woman seemed very eager to be in constant contact with him. He should have been happy about it, but there was a nagging part of him that was so long alone that felt like it was an intrusion that would soon become difficult to bear. But it was always difficult between mates at first, was it not? Hallbjorn had no basis for comparison.<br/><br/>But he did not push her away. It was a few seconds before his arm settled around her. The man put his hand on her middle, the lowest part of his hand at her waist and the highest at her ribs. The hand that touched her was very large.<br/><br/>He did not enjoy City Slickers. But he watched it because it was what Kara chose and if she liked it then that was all that mattered. When the film was over he sidled down from his sitting position and lay on his back. He plucked the remote away from her, and turned off the television. He used a different remote to dim the lights, but he did not plunge them into complete darkness. The room remained softly lit and Kara would not have to worry about being completely lost in the black of the night.<br/><br/>"And now, it is time to sleep." Hallbjorn told Kara softly. He dipped his head and touched his lips gently and briefly to her forehead. The man lay his head back and closed his eyes. He lay that way until he was sure that Kara was sleeping soundly. The grasp of sleep would not come to him until he was sure that she would not have nightmares again.<br/><br/>After four hours, Hallbjorn had slept as much as he needed to. Immortality had that as an advantage: after a mere four hours he felt refreshed and ready for the day. He slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Kara. He was able to using the same skills of stealth that he had cultivated that allowed him to watch over her undetected in Jack Rabbit Junction, despite being a blond Berserker who was over seven feet tall. The large man made a call to room service, and then took a quick shower. He brushed his teeth again - like other immortals, he tended towards fastidious cleanliness. He dried out his hair and used the blow dryer on it, then took the time to himself to braid his hair into a single long braid. He felt a wonderful sense of peace sitting by himself in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror as his fingers worked his pale strands into form. He allowed himself a small sense of pleasure as he used a small hematite band to secure the end of the braid. The band was, of course, carved to have ravens upon it.<br/><br/>Then he dressed in pair of extra crisply pressed black dressed pants, and a black muscle shirt over which he wore a black silk dress shirt, tucked into his pants. He left the four top-most buttons of the dress shirt undone and had the sleeves undone and folded up his arms.<br/><br/>By that time he scented room service on its way to his door, and moved to the hall. He tipped the bellhop handsomely again, and wheeled the cart bearing covered trays that were breakfast for himself and Kara into their room silently. He wheeled the cart to the table in the dining room and lifted trays from the cart onto the table. He went to the kitchen for plates, utensils, and so forth.<br/><br/>For breakfast Hallbjorn had ordered a pitches of freshly squeezed orange juice for them, stacks of the fluffiest pancakes, stacks of Belgian waffles, and mounds of bacon. Rich creamery butter waited to be applied to the waffles and pancakes, along with authentic maple syrup. When he had places set for them, and the only thing remaining was for Kara to awaken, Hallbjorn took up his knife again. He remembered how she had enjoyed the flavour his blood - how it had set her toes to curling.<br/><br/>So again he pierced his skin and let his life drip into a glass for her.