Anora gave a relieved sigh when Pahn joined her at the sidewalk, allowing the building traffic to speed on its way, though not without its fair share of rude shouts and a last barrage of angered honks.
	She shifted her weight awkwardly when she noticed the grin still on his face aimed toward her. It was a much better expression for him, one that mysteriously made further relief flood through her. He seemed... [i]content,[/i] unhurried, as if the world was his, that it revolved at his command, instead of the other way around. Between the aura he radiated and his show of power, of turning a destroyed city into one oblivious of the destruction that had occurred, that did not feel too far-fetched.
	Anora followed Pahn, her gaze not staying in one place for long. She cast his back frequent glances as they made the short trip down the street toward Dino’s Italian Eatery. She dared not look from him for long, fearful that, if he got too far ahead or she diverted her gaze for too long, he would vanish and she would wake up back home in bed.
	She thought about talking to him, of throwing the questions running around her skull at him, but decided against it; they could wait until the two of them were no longer out in the open. She walked behind him in silence, her tongue itching to speak as her reeling head tried to make sense of the senseless.
	[color=violet]“I’ve heard this place has good lasagna,”[/color] she commented distractedly as Pahn opened the door of the restaurant.
	She glanced up at the metallic chime of an old-fashioned bell attached to the doorway. Various types of sauces, spices, breads, and pizza filled the place with a welcoming, mouthwatering aroma. 
	In the short moment they waited to be seated, Anoram now standing at Pahn’s side, scanned the dining area, taking in the various decorations and resting on each of the few faces enjoying their meal. 
	[color=f26522]“My boy!”[/color]
	Her attention snapped up to see a plump, bearded man hurry toward them from the kitchen. She glanced between him and Pahn, her lips rising slightly in amusement at him being called ‘my boy.’
	[color=violet]“Wait, what?”[/color] she said at the man’s comment, realizing what he thought. Before she could fully think on it, he laughed and guided them to a corner booth.
	She looked at the man, surprised at their order being ‘on the house,’ gave a quick, [color=violet]“Thanks,”[/color] then slowly slipped into the long seat opposite Pahn. She cast the room another quick glance, her eyes stopping on the door just visible from where she sat.
	Pahn’s voice drew her attention back to him, to the questions racing through her mind and the impossibility of everything that had happened.
	Her brows rose and chin fell incredulously at him. [color=violet]“What am I... Well,”[/color] she began, her voice light and dripping with sarcasm, [color=violet]“I was just wondering whether their marinara or carbonara sauce would taste better.”[/color] She rolled her eyes. [color=violet]“I just--”[/color] realizing she was speaking a bit louder than she intended, she cast a quick glance around, then leaned forward and continued in a softer voice. 
	[color=violet]“I just killed a ghoul, met the reason people shouldn’t breed with reptiles, watched a man destroy half a city in a magic battle with a gray guy, then clean up and act as if it’s just another Monday in paradise!”[/color] She threw her hands up slightly and leaned back in her seat. [color=violet]“Not to mention this... this...”[/color] she moved her hands to gesture to herself and Pahn, unsure how to put the feeling, the [i]connection[/i] she felt to him into words, [color=violet]“whatever’s going on here! What do you [i]think[/i] I’m ‘curious’ about?”[/color] She struggled to keep her voice down, her tone slightly higher-pitched than normal. [color=violet]“Who--rather, [i]what[/i]--in the world [i]are[/i] you?”[/color] she repeated her earlier questions, now incapable of neither taking her eyes from Pahn, nor stopping the flow of questions. [color=violet]“What the freak did I just witness? Who was Mr. Gray, and what was he even doing here? What are [i]you[/i] doing here, for that matter? And how did you...?”[/color] Instead of finishing the last, she motioned throwing bolts into the ceiling, then made a wiggling explosion motion with her fingers.