Facepalms. “By the gods…that’s my grandfather!”

“Let’s…just hope this Cass of yours doesn’t feel too old yet, eh?”

Don’t mind Cynder yoinking James Sunderland- Cuddle time!

“Whoa, James. You okay there?”

“…Yeah? And who’s asking?”

“…I see.”

“Hey, hey.” She gently places her hands on both sides of his face, and softly lays her forehead against his. “Focus on me, okay…? I’m right here. I’m here with you.”

“…Then let me take you home.” Cynder senses the darkness, and aims to lure him away from it. “The blankets just got washed, so they’ll be soft and warm for you.”

…James, who’s gonna tell her.

“But how the hell do we tell her she’s gonna have THREE siblings-“

“Oh… Well, that’s just great.”

That’s it…that’s what she wanted. Keep James out of that darkness, away from the void of that place. Oh! Food. She…normally didn’t need food, but… “Hm…? Sure, I…I could eat.”

“She what-“ Blinking a few times in shock. “…And you’re still fond of her?”

“…Good lord, and I thought the worst thing I did when I was a kid was simply running away-“

“…Nero what the fuck it’s 2 am-“ “And…she was a hybrid. So something might’ve provoked that blood in her to wake up.”

“It’s 2 am go to BED-“ “You’re gonna spook James!”

“…? Something wrong, love?”

Ah… Another day where Cynder would help him try to heal. Not that she minded, though. “Well…what did you want to do?”

“A movie? Sure, we’ve got a few.” Cynder gives James a soft peck on the forehead before going over to see which DVDs they had. “Anything you’re in a mood for?”