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"I can always ask him for money." Jessebelle smiled, laughing a second later at the thought of her father giving her money to go to a concert.

Neil smiled and leaned back in the hot tub. "I guess you could do that." He said.

"Worth a try." Jessebelle continued to laugh her head off, eventually calming down enough to ask the time again.

Neil drew the clock again and looked at it. "It's only been ten minutes, mistress. Are you waiting for something?" He asked.

"Just for night time." She continued smiling, stretching her arms over her head. "I wanna go do something. Sitting in my room all day is no fun at all."

"Well for now can you help me with my wounds? We can go do something once the night has come." Neil asked, desperate to start this process.

"Ok, since I have magikal powers that I'm aware of now I can help more. But you have to tell me what to do." She added, willing to help him no matter what.

"Well first we're gonna have to get out of the hot tub." Neil stood up again and climbed out of the hot tub.

"True." Jessebelle commented, following suit. Once out she went over to the closet before Neil and undressed, hanging her wet clothes away from the dry ones. Putting on a pair of ripped jeans and a dark purple tank-top again, she came out of the closet, the only sign she had just gotten out of the hot tub was her wet hair.

Neil changed back into his normal clothes but only into his pants so his stitches were accessible. "Okay, I'm ready." He said nervously.

Nodding, Jessebelle took out the stitches in one of his smaller cuts, focusing all her power. Putting her finger on the end of the cut following it to the other end, the wound closing under her finger. "Woah. Didn't know demons could heal, I thought they could only destroy...."

Neil winced when she took out one of his body and he looked back at her. "That seemed like a different magic than your other magic."

Shrugging, Jessebelle worked steadily on some of the smaller scars on Neil's body. Doing the healing magic drained her pretty badly but she kept tracing smaller scars, the scars closing under her fingers. "You are not to tell my father about this." She whispered, almost drained to the point of passing out.

"Well I do seriously owe you cor this so I guess if I do that we're even. That and I was going to make you some dinner. What would you like to have this evening?" He asked, ready to make anything as soon as he was given the word.

Smiling, Jessebelle thought for a moment before responding to his question. "How about some chipotle asparagus quesadillas and a lemonade?" She asked, remembering one of her favorite foods that she begged for from the locals.

Neil thought for a moment when she said what she wanted. "I don't think I've ever made that one. But I'm sure I'll find the ingredients for it and make it as good as I can for you. Although I can't promise perfection." He said.

"Just try to get as close as you can." Jessebelle winked, stretching her arms over her head. She turned her back to Neil and walked over to the pull-up bar in the corner and started to pull herself up and then lower herself.

Neil watched her do this for a moment and then got up and walked out of the room to cook her dinner, forgetting to put his shirt back on. When he got to the kitchen he got the ingredients he needed as the maids of the kitchen watched him, transfixed by his shirtlessness and trying not to laugh at how oblivious he was.

After about twenty pull-ups she started to sweat, the back of her shirt hovering right above the scar-birthmark on her back. Sweat ran down her face as her muscles started to weaken from the excessive use. "Ten more." She whispered to herself, adding ten more every time she finished ten. She would do this until she fell down onto the floor, exhausted.

Neil wheeled the cart with her dinner on it back towards her room, still quite shirtless, and opened the door. "Mistress, dinners ready. You aren't working yourself to hard are you?" He asked.