Debalora was in the kitchen of the inn making breakfast for everyone. It was still strange to be cooking in an inn; using someone else's kitchen. It troubled her to be cooking at all away from her own kitchen. But that was all long gone. She knew she'll never see her home again. It was basically destroyed after the ministry came and took Antonis, Aidan, and Voltrick. Antonis and Aidan came back to them... But voltrick never did...

Debalora's lips pressed together firmly as she removed the pans from the stove's heat and served it into separate dishes for everyone. She had prepared a lot more than she had been, now that Draco returned along with his men. Everyone was still asleep, aside from the men that were posted infront of Murdoc's door, as she finished preparing the toast and fruit.

After a deep breath, the feline ran her fingers back to pull back her hair and removed the borrowed apron. Events from prevents nights continued to trouble her. Murdoc, most of all. She still couldn't stand the feeling of holding so much anger toward him, but she couldn't draw herself show any form of forgiveness. He took away one of her dearest friends. Voltrick has been there for everyone after all that has happened... and all it took was one manipulative man to tear him away.

Aidan came to her mind as well. He hasn't really spoken to anyone since his fight with Murdoc. He remained in his room and barely ate. Debalora would have to bring him his breakfast if he was going to eat. She knew he wouldn't join the others when they woke and went to the kitchen to eat, so she would bring his breakfast first. Who knows.. it may brighten his day a bit.

After preparing a tray with Aidan's portion, Debalora lifted it and exited the kitchen to the hall. As she trailed down the hall, the two guards at Murdoc's room caught sight of her immeditatly. They both looked drowsy from their shifts, but the aroma of cooked food quickly roused them. Not to mention, seeing the one who held the food also perked their interest.

Debalora walked by, her features lack of emotion as she passed them. She held her stature until she came to Aidan's door. After adjusting the tray to balance on one hand, she used her free hand to knock on the door. After a brief moment, she turned the handle and cracked the door open.

Debalora peeked inside first, pushing the door open more gradually to see the bed looked untouched, Aidan sitting at the table with his forehead in his hand. His eyes had been downcast until he heard the knocking, lifting his gaze to watch Debalora enter. Having not seen her for a day or so, Aidan graced his features with a shy smile. It was noticeable how different Aidan's looks were from when he arrived back to them. Fresh clothes and his fur cleaned, he was quite handsome. But whenever he saw Debalora, he couldn't help a smile.

To be young. Sniffing the air, Aidan positioned himself a little straighter, his palm moving away from his head slightly. "You shouldn't have troubled yourself." he simply said, lifting his brows a little embarrassed.

Debalora carefully handled the tray as she entered the room and closed the door behind herself. A kindly smile graced her features as she saw Aidan already awake and giving his usual timid smile.

"This is my usual routine." Debalora replied as she placed the tray onto the table. "Plus, everyone else is asleep." She gave a warm smile as she pushed the tray closer toward Aidan. "Eat it, before it gets cold."

Aidan looked to the tray passed to him, seeing a good helping of food on the plate. She must have seen how little he's been eating. He barely touched his food yesterday...and he certainly didn't have the appetite for breakfast. He smiled sadly to it, feeling his throat tighten, not wanting to eat. He felt awful because of it...Debalora even delivered it.

"I don't mind it being cold. It's much better than in that cell..." he paused, his smile still planted on his face strangely. "I wonder where Voltrick is." he said suddenly, as though his thought at the moment blurted out. His gaze was still set on the food, honestly wondering to himself whether Voltrick had been able to eat for the past few days.

Aidan's question surprised Debalora, but her only reaction was a few quick, but awkward blinks; her gaze lowering. A short moment passed before her features saddened lightly. "I don't know.." She looked back up to Aidan her eyes wincing slightly. "I'm sure he's not far."

Sensing Debalora's gaze on him, he lifted his eyes to hers, "What do you think is going to happen to him?" he asked, at this point his fingers came together, scratching at themselves nervously. It was obvious Voltrick was one of the things Aidan was obsessing over the past two nights.

Debalora pulled the chair infront of the table and sat herself down opposite Aidan. It was awkward enough to be talking about Voltrick, let alone standing when the other is sitting. Debalora's eyebrows raised as she responded.

"That.. I'm not so sure, either." She paused, looking down to Aidan's food and Aidan's hands not even attempting to draw near the plate. She looked back up to Aidan, but did not question Aidan on it. It was obvious enough he was troubled enough to not feel like eating. "After attacking Antonis... I don't think he'll ever be welcomed back."

The thought made her stomach tighten. This didn't need to happen, Voltrick didn't have to be this way.

Aidan moved his gaze away from Debalora, setting it to his right, "He became like that because of Murdoc, right?" he paused, lifting his brows slightly, "You probably hate him for that."

He had seen Voltrick before the Ministry got out of hand. He was reserved...but after talking with him a few times, he seemed happy in a way. But then everyone realized what he was capable of...with in the face of such power, the Ministry captured something they didn't understand. Tortured him in ways he couldn't imagine...even being there once. And then Murdoc...

"He was...nice before, wasn't he?" Aidan finally said, hinting he was speaking of Voltrick before the Ministry. If felt strange to talk about him this way...as if he died.

Debalora's features winced at the mention of Murdoc and the accusation of her hate towards him. She fell silent; lowering her gaze as sorrow began to overcome her. Murdoc was responsible for Voltrick. He took him and twisted him to his liking.

But the sinking feeling rushed through her as before. She hated Murdoc, more than anyone this world has to offer. He not only took her oldest friend, but he took the one person who's suffered the most and thrust him into more torment. She didn't want to forgive him, she couldn't.

Debalora's eyes began swelling up as Aidan continued. Asking if Voltrick was nice before. "He would have sacrificed himself to save anyone of us. He had his moments where he couldn't control his own emotions, but he always meant well and was kind to everyone." she chuckled a bit, but sniffed heavily. "I remember when we would tease him about being like his father. He would get so riled up over it, but we all knew he was never truly angered over it." She couldn't believe they were talking about Voltrick this way. She felt similar to how Aidan felt about it. But with her, she felt as if he very well could have died.

Frowned, looking up to Debalora as he noticed her face contort in sorrow as she spoke. Aidan could see how hurt she was over Voltrick. She was the one who was pulled into all this. If Antonis and he didn't come that one day to Vincent's home...

Aidan promptly looked away silently.

Debalora quickly wiped the left side of her face as she sniffed. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't allow myself to lose control over my own emotions, especially at a time like this." her eyes were still swelled up as her brow lowered; turning away awkwardly.


There was a long silence between them before Debalora spoke out again; her features calming a bit. "...If he did come back.." she turned her gaze a bit towards him, but not fully looking at him. "What would you do?"

Aidan's brows lifted sadly as his eyes trailed down to the table. Debalora says she shouldn't allow her emotions to come out...so what did that say for him? The whole week his own emotions had gotten the better of him. He could barely recall when he wasn't crying.

Everything had been so...frightening.

His ears perked up after her question. Honestly, he had thought about it before...fantasizing every option he could think of. He knew none of that would actually happen though.

"I don't know. What I do would be affected by what Voltrick does first." he answered in a quiet voice, eyes lingering towards the food. He could tell it got cold.

Debalora's eyebrows lowered slightly with Aidan's answer. Everything depended upon what Voltrick would do. Whether he attacked or acted offensively.. but the way he acted right before he ran off. Fear, shame... because he hurt Aidan. At least, what's what she was told by the others. What if he came back to try to apologize? A sorrowful breath quickly released. ...His pride wouldn't allow that.

"Would you turn him away if he did?" Debalora asked as she looked back to Aidan.

He paused to this question. For a single moment, he had thought Debalora was speaking about Murdoc. The tone of her voice reminded him somehow. Thinking now of both Voltrick and Murdoc, Aidan laughed lightly, turning his head away to look at nothing.

"My character doesn't allow me to do that...even if I wanted to. How do you think I manage with Murdoc?" he asked rhetorically, his smile a strange one.

Debalora's eyebrows raised a bit; fully turning towards Aidan. "You seemed pretty aggressive towards him the other night.."