by Stitch on April 25th, 2010, 5:01 am
Stitch nodded at Aenysa, giving her another cheery smile. "This one does indeed! This one is lucky, first milady Malia was looking for a job, and now we happen to have Alistair's lover dropping by as well! This one is very blessed!" He chuckled, shaking his head, reflecting on the recent blessings. He was lucky to have such a gathering of friends, and such an abundance of people ready and willing to help him out. Malia had done amazing things since the very beginning, cleaning, cooking, and teaching the children. Fentya loved her to death, even if the girl wouldn't admit it, and Damien was smitten with her. The young lad was smitten with every girl he came across, though. From Lady Kamalia, to Lady Nya, to Lady Malia, the boy had flirted with each and every one of them. Chuckling lightly to himself, Stitch pulled his mind out of the memories and focused on the current situation at hand. A girl was in his arms, and he had to provide her with a home.
He felt the little girl's body going slack in his arms, and he chuckled once more, realizing the child was falling asleep. As she wandered into dream land, he let her fall comfortably into his arms, now cradling her close to his chest. Casting a wink at Aenysa, mouthing a heartfelt thank you, he slowly stood while gently holding the girl. Attempting to give Aenysa a wave while still holding Fhera, he tried to signal the woman that she was welcome to come in. Nudging open the still wet door with his foot, he allowed it to remain open so the woman could enter if she wanted. Turning to her, he mouthed that he was going to go put the little girl to bed, and he would be right back. Everything was mouthed or motioned, he didn't want to wake the girl. From the way she was sleeping though, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to. She looked pretty deeply involved in whatever nice little dreams she might be having.
As Stitch continued deeper into the house, taking her upstairs, he took a closer look at her aura. He had come to find out recently that he could check the aura of his children while they were sleeping, to see the kind of moods they were in. From their emotional state, he was usually able to tell if they were having a bad dream, and if they needed some kind of reassurance. Fhera appeared to be doing alright, but he decided to keep her close for her first night here. Her face showed signs of extreme exhaustion, so she likely needed every ounce of sleep she could get.
Heading to the playroom, he gently plopped her down on a couch sitting against the wall. The three children were playing in there, and only needed a small motion from Stitch to silently leave the room and head upstairs, while all the while staring at Fhera curiously. Fentya paused to pull a blanket from a nearby closet, tossing it at Stitch, and then followed the rest of the children quickly. Stitch caught the blanket, and gently settled it over Fhera, tucking her in. Sitting on the floor, he awaited to see if Aenysa was planning on staying a bit, while also keeping a close eye on Fhera. Her aura flowed with much emotional pain and stress, but currently was edged with a clearly peaceful vibe. He hoped it would stay that way.