#cursedlion

Though she'd be loathe to admit it, she's more focused on the small, chunky, breadlike animal at the other's heels than she is on the man himself: after all, she'd only really seen something like that -- ostensibly a dog of some small breed or other -- in photos and videos. People here have had them too, but none that she's ever gotten so close to, and despite where she works...she hasn't seen any at the cafe.

"If I may ask...what kind of dog is your friend? We had very few animals at all where I'm from..."

It was the idea Mélusine had settled on upon. After seeing another servant in the area she had already managed to "convince" him into shopping alongside her. Although the former knight only had one purpose to this trip to the Golden Ward, which the Avenger had found out rather quickly as she dragged him to one of the hobby stores she had studied beforehand.

"They're called model kits. From what I've read up on they make them for practically anything you could think of. Planes, cars, mechs, you name it. It's rather impressive what they can do with just some little pieces of plastic." The usual subdued girl sounded far too excited a completely different person, as if this was her life dream to be in a place like this.

"Surely you could find one for yourself too? A selection like this is bound to give you some kind of inspiration."

Marlene couldn’t stay at her brother’s side forever, much as he knew she wished to. The woman had to eat, sleep and be treated herself. Dirk had stepped in, promising profusely to watch the sleeping boy until she was back, luckily Marlene had already spoken with him some so that helped calm her enough to rest, she’d need all the strength she could muster for the next few months, he couldn’t imagine what she, what they both were feeling. 

And Dirk had never been very good at sitting still, so he was crocheting; his efforts were mediocre at best but it was more so he had something to do with his hands while he watched the sleeping boy, his gaze flicking to the door every time a shadow went past. When Liam stirred, he froze mid-stitch, eyes trained on the younger man. 

“Hi,” he said softly, as Liam’s eyes opened, “Marlene’s here, she’s asleep in her own room Liam, you’re safe.” he said, words slow and clear, “Do you want me to get her for you?” she needed rest but... Marlene would likely kill him if he didn’t offer her brother the opportunity to be with her.