With a faint smile and a chuckle to herself, Eine slowly shook her head. "I would love to stay, but I should head back to the infirmary and allow you to make your preparations in peace. We'll be meeting again soon enough, after all, on a lovely trip to Sighisoara. I hope Edmondo and yourself get along." With that small smile sitting upon her face, Eine stood from her chair and, giving Rick a curt bow at the waist, she made her exit. And yet, once again, she was plagued with worries. A young man in his position, fighting things a boy should never fight.. While Rick was far from incapable, he was still a teenager. He should be in schooling for at least another three years. However, as she paused just outside the entrance to the hotel, she reached up to gently touch the bandages that covered her face. However was the key word. Rick was not a normal young man. This was not a normal young man's world. [b]"You have my consent."[/b] She hoped he knew what he was consenting to. At least he hadn't announced himself as some sort of Hero. That was the worst thing he could do. [hr] It was the next night when a message from Eine would reach Rick's phone. '6 AM pickup from outside the hotel.' It was a simple message that carried all the weight it needed to. [hr] The next morning was still dark as Eine leaned against the side of the vehicle, arms crossed as she waited. She'd made sure to arrive early versus late just in case Rick had managed to get himself together before she'd notified him of her arrival. With her phone in one hand she sent a second message notifying him of her arrival at 5:50. 'I have arrived early, but please do not rush yourself'. It was simple. And thus, she waited, her usual white suit replaced with an almost identical charcoal one. Her other garments were the norm beneath aside from her change to black gloves. A pair of glasses sat on her face, probably quite surprising for anyone who saw her bandaged visage. Glasses on top of bandages? What was this?