As Mattie sighed and relaxed in his arms, Nicholas let out his own heavy breath. He realized they were standing in an awkward position, Nicholas supporting most of Mattie's weight as her exhaustion and intoxication kicked in. His legs were beginning to feel like jelly -- he had walked a long ways to get here, having no vehicle because his main transportation was flying. But it wasn't exactly a good idea to fly through a city and land in front of an apartment complex, so he had resorted to walking. He hadn't realized how achy his legs were, even after training.

So, with one quick movement, he swept his arm underneath Mattie and picked her up like a child, cradling her. "You need to rest after all that crying," he said. He began to walk toward the living room, which seemed to be connected to the miniature foyer and kitchen, and then sat Mattie down on the couch. He sat beside her, kicked off his shoes, and pulled her into a cuddle.