It takes a few minutes for Amano to realize that the other had gone. When he at last looks up to find himself alone he lets out a sigh and is finally able to relax a bit. Something about the man's presence was both soothing and frightening at the same time. [i]'He's obviously not human, but that's not enough to set me on edge like this. From all accounts of what he said before, he must be some kind of demon, but. . .'[/i] His thoughts turn to ones of confusion. [i]'But how can that be? Demons are not real. Not in the way that this guy is at least. I mean, the church people who pass through town from time to time preach about demons drawing mens' souls down into a fiery and horrible place, but. . .'[/i] e sighs again and looks towards the open window. “But he doesn't seem like that's what he wants to do with me. He wants. . . To serve me. . . .Or he has to, or something, but then he. . .”

Swallowing hard Amano recalls the look in Illiendi's eyes when he looks upon him. “He may say I am his master, but he is in no way subservient. I've been around servants my entire life, and it's obvious. He's only doing this because he's getting something out of it.” His own words tumble over and over in his head, trying to figure out what to do. A faint twinge of the brand on his chest pulls him from his jumbled musing and he bites his lip as he looks towards the spot. Pulling the blanket aside, letting it settle around his waist for now, he looks more closely at the mark now. Even at the awkward angle of trying to see his own chest he can discern the shapes fairly well. Reaching up he touches the sun before running his finger across the symbol to the moon. “It really is beautiful. . .” he murmurs, his mind calming a bit at the sigh. Somehow, just touching it helps him to relax.

As the time passes slowly Amano thinks of one thing after another for Illiendi to do, but each time he discards it as too trivial. When at last his mind settles tentatively on one, Illiendi appears at the window almost as if on cue. Feeling much calmer now he smiles at the man as he climbs in quietly. The suit he's wearing seems to fit him perfectly, but even with the familiar looking coverings the other still seems to radiate an aura of otherworldly energy. Thanking him for the clothes and for informing his father that he's safe the young man moves towards the end of the bed and begins getting dressed. At first a jolt of shock runs through him as Illiendi begins telling him about the “strange things” he could read about in the paper, but as he pulls his pants on it begins to sink in what had happened. When he finishes talking Amano sighs to himself, his eyes on the floor as he sits on the edge of the bed. “So they were the ones who. . .” It's not a question, simply a statement to drive home to himself just what he had set in motion by making a simple wish.

Shaking his head he pulls on his undershirt before grabbing his suit jacket and standing up. Leaning against the foot of the bet he looks over to the man perched against the window. He follows the lines and curves of his features, his eyes moving slowly as he tries to figure out just how this man can be the way he is. [i]'He looks so human, but so not at the same time. It's. . .A nice look, but at the same time, terrifying. . .'[/i] Putting a smile on once again he looks up into Illiendi's eyes. “Thank you.” he says, a truly earnest look in his eyes, as he is honestly grateful to the man. “Thank you for fulfilling my wish. . .And for getting the clothes of course, heh.” With a cough he glances down at his feet for a moment before looking back to the being with whom he now seems to share a fate. “Yes, food would be good. I haven't eaten for some time. We can hit up one of my favorite places. I run a tab so we won't have to worry about paying, seeing as I don't have any money at the moment.” Looking to the door he adds, “And I know just the place. It has private booths so we can. . .Discuss things.” Turning back to Illiendi he smiles, “Shall we?”