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[oO Lorelei Oo]

Demona nodded slightly thanking him and bit down feeling the blade. She kept her breathing as calm as she could to push pass the pain but knew it was needed. Once he was finished she let out a slow breath, what was left of the wing singing into her back as her wings would have. She handed him back his belt shakily and thanking him once more. She closed her eyes knowing how to reserve the pain from showing. "I hope Locke is well. I worry for him."

He nodded watching and helping when she may need it. He knew his request would be filled within a few days and hoped Locke could hold out a bit longer for them. He soon went to take over for Jack patching up Demona. He could tell she was in pain by how shaky her body was, but was impressed at how she tried to hide it. "We're here for you Demona. Just rest and get better.  

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Demona smiled hearing Jack. "I'm surprised none of you had while I was out." She meant it as a joke but knew she still had a bit. She looked to Locke as he came to view and kissed her. She took what energy she could to move a hand to reach his. "I will be fine Locke. But it seems we are almost even now." She smiled a bit hoping he was okay. "Are you all right?"  

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"Be patient, both of you. Supplies are on their way." He didn't want to let them know his background but knew something had to be said before they both rushed off. "It's true that people gone through portals don't return. But, now that we know one is causing the problem of opening them, perhaps we can actually break that record." He sighed standing from his seat and stretched. "Just, be warned, If we actually manage to pull this off, it may not be just her that comes back. And then again it's assuming she's still alive on the other side and waiting in the right spot at the right time." He didn't want to be depressing but knew their chances were very slim.

Demona listened though remained quiet. She felt bad knowing anything she said seemed to remind Locke of Andrea. She began to wonder if he really loved her, or had always been in love with Andrea. She would keep it to herself though.  

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Demona looked to him with a light smile and reached out for his hand pulling him lightly towards her, not that she had the strength at the moment for anything harder. "I simply need to heal a bit more. By tomorrow my healing should be in full effect. I'll be able to move about and exert some energy then. For now dear, eat something. I'm not sure how long I've been out of it, but I'm sure as much as Jack may have protested, you may not have eaten." She said towards him. She knew he would mean well but there really was nothing she could do until her body started responding to her commands more. "Once I'm better I need to start training. Can be my sparring partner once you get your arm, even before. That is if you're up to it." She smiled mischievously wondering if a bit of play would liven him a bit more."

Drake watched the others and knew Demona would be good for Locke now, though worried in his mind about what their friend was doing on the otherside, and if she were all right. He would keep his thoughts to himself though knowing they had a bad loss and needed some good healing. He turned towards the door seeing a runner and rose a brow as the letter was handed to him. He read it quickly before putting it into his pocket. "You'll start getting supplies in a few days and over the course of a couple weeks. Surprisingly some of the things found are rare and need caring before they can be transported to us safely. So, everyone should rest up, bring back the good spirits and in a matter of a few weeks we could have our friend back." He said once more. He didn't like the idea of a false hope but knew they needed it now.  

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She moved a bit to see the group better and chuckled hearing Sam and seeing her. "Be careful there Jack. She may hide you somewhere you can't escape." She looked back to Locke nodding. "I think I could go for that." She said in the same tone. She hated being beaten. It bothered her. None had beaten her before, were the people of her world that weak? Or were there really that many around her. "This world has made me soft."

He would nod to their thanks and shift slightly in position as Locke commented on how he was getting things. He was glad for a time though that it wasn't actually asked. He would eat breakfast with the group silently and think more on what would need to be done. He wished there weren't so many variants on the other side of the equals sign.  

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She shook her head towards Locke's comment. "I'm afraid my people are worse. Love is not something often seen if at all on my world. All they know how to do is fight. We take what we want. We have a hierarchy of course, but, that means only so much. All of the leading family are also warriors." She said towards him. She adjusted slightly as he pet her head and smiled. "People here are softer. More to do with emotions other then those that fuel us in battle. It is a nice change" She said once more. She tried to look at Jack and Sam and looked back to Locke whispering so only he could hear. "They like each other, speaking of hearts." She smiled bringing a hand to rest on his arm.  

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It would be a week when things would finally seem to settle within the group. Demona woke early smiling at the view of Locke beside her. She kissed his forehead lightly so not to wake him and moved from the bed stretching. She was sore but it was far more manageable now. She dressed picking up her weapon and headed outside. Once free of the inn she headed out to the field area she had become fond of. Just because she didn't have her wings didn't mean she were dead. She didn't worry knowing Locke would know where to find her should he need her and began to practice. She knew eventually her wings would grow back. But that could be years from now in all cases, least to be of actual use. She drew her sword beginning her practices. The sun was just rising giving her the perfect alone time. She did enjoy training with the others, though here she could focus more on the art of fighting her people craved.

Drake stayed mostly within his room. He hadn't wanted to bother the others seeing as Sam was pushing herself closer to Jack and Jack consumed with helping Locke aside from cooking. He was thankful for this little group. It made him feel more alive and part of the world instead of simply watching it. He trained long during the nights with his own dark abilities still not wishing the others to really know his craft. It wasn't something he liked to share, and it took it's tolls on him. He tended to sleep most of the days knowing the others needed more watching over at night. Every other day now it seemed he would get a few things he had requested, but not the things he truly wished for the others. As he woke he realized it was morning and knew who would be where within the small town they had been calling home. He went to the stalls taking care of the horses knowing they needed tending and feeding. Also he knew Jack may need some more supplies if he were going to keep feeding this group.  

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She continued fighting invisible targets until she would take note of Locke coming near as the sun rose. She smiled nodding towards him. "I am well. Are you? Besides should you be resting? Your new arm will be attached soon won't it?" She raised her sword charging knowing he needed to work on his speed when random attacks happen. She would never hurt him though more then scratches and bruises. She wanted to train him, not kill him.

He sat in his room reading over a few books that had recently come in. His shades and other creatures walking about the outskirts of the town becoming his eyes and ears to the world around them though it was tiring at times. He knew these new books may help Locke and Jack in their processes. He moved closing one book and going through the next scroll. He wanted to memorize everything before giving it to them knowing they may need the help or outside interpretation. He had to admit, alchemy and other magics were intriguing him.