Midona saw Blake in the other man's arms, and smiled. Then she paused. Because of her unseelie heritage, she could sense negative emotions- pain, fear, etc. Because she was Blake's friend, they worried and angered her. Vetis and Gabriel would pay dearly for hurting him. Like they should have years ago. I am not a child anymore.

With that though, her mind drifted back to an all-too-familiar day, some five years ago.

A far younger and rather more innocent Midona and Blake sat on a hill a short way away from Gabriel's court. This was their secret place, away from the allures and abuses of Gabriel's kin, and they both needed that.

"Mii?" Midona looked up from the flower she was twisting between her fingers at the sound of her friend's voice.

"Yeah Blake?"

"Do you think, if I wished hard enough, I could turn into a bird, and fly away from here?"

Midona shrugged, and lay back on the grass. "How would I know? Do I look like a dreamwalker to you?"

"I don't know." Blake sighed, a sad, faraway look in his eyes that she was too young to understand.

"I wanted to save him." Midona whispered. But she hadn't, because of her duties as demon queen.

Those ra-damed duties! Midona stamped her foot in fustration. Her position was, at best, a double edged sword. At worst, it was little more than an annoyance. Is true freedom impossible in this world?

She felt a little guilty for dwelling on herown problems when Blake so clearly needed her, so she caught Terry's eye and mouthed the words, 'shall we?'. It was obvious what she meant. There would be hell to pay for this.

Demons were notoriously protective of their own. Kyra may not have considered Blake nakama, but she had. And you didn't hurt one of the nakama without consequences.

Nose still pressed into Blake's hair, Terry looked at Midona, and nodded lightly, his eyes narrowing. He pulled the boy even closer to him. Vetis and Gabriel would pay for the damage they had caused Blake. They had attempted to destroy something so beautiful. There was no greater sin.

But first, he had something to say.

"Anna?"

Anna looked at the man clutching the boy somewhat possessively, with a light smile.

"Aye?"

"I still owe you."

And Anna grinned.

Terry looked again at Midona, with a look that said, "Soon, but there are matters to attend to first."

He looked at Blake, and crouched to his level, a hand still stroking his hair.

"Blake? Would you like some new clothes? And some food?"

Blake nodded. He was smart enough to realise that his current outfit- black shirt, blue skinnys, and converse- wasn't exactly going to help him fit in in victorian london.

Midona grinned, "Hi, I'm Midona Ishari. You mentioned food?" the younger gancanagh laughed, "I've been living off alchohol and opium for DAYS now."

((Note- it's only normal cigarettes Mi is allergic too. Opium is fine.))

Terry smiled.

"Behind the chaise longue, there is a wheeled trolley. It should have many trays of food on it. Eat and drink as much as you like."

He turned his attention back to Blake, and motioned to a door at the far side of the room.

"Through there is a dressing room. It has a wide variety of clothing. Choose anything you like." And he gently pushed the boy towards it.

"Okay"

Meanwhile, Midona had discovered the cake.