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Now she was mad. "What if you are really a psycho and go upstairs while me or my mom are sleeping to slay us?" She jabbed a finger at his chest and then sat down next to him again, crossing her arms stubbornly. "This is my house and you have no say in this. I'm not leaving."

The Trait Wielder shrugged, "I don't mind if you decide to watch me sleep." His eyes softened a bit as he sighed, "I understand you're wary of me. I can't blame you for that."

She nodded, sighing. Now that he was being less a jerk, she could stop being so defensive too. She'd been cranky all day. "Okay, as creepy as it sounds, I'll stay here until later when I figure out what to do."

He nodded, his eyes still sealed shut. It'd been a while since he rested and he needed it. He'd be fully rested then and ready to apologize for his sullen behavior. The last of his consciousness slipped away as he finally entered the slumber he'd been longing for.

She didn't bother him with more questions, understanding that after what he'd been through, he needed some good rest. Bored, she flipped through some books, but most of what was written there, was in runes she wasn't familiar with. It'd been a long day for her too,so, eventually, her eyelids grew heavy and she fell asleep, with her head resting on Neli's shoulder.

It was at least nine hours till Nelís woke up, his immediate attention to the weight on his shoulder. He hadn't expected Kenzie to be sleeping here as well and he didn't want to move in case he woke her up.

His eyes moved to the books beside her that she must've been reading before she fell asleep. He wondered if she understood them. Maybe to an extent. He wasn't a spell caster, but he knew then well.

Some minutes later, Kenzie stirred and opened her eyes. Noticing she'd fallen asleep, she quickly sat up and looked at her watch. "Geez." Without saying a word to him, she sprang from the couch and took the stairs two at a time until she reached the door and went straight to look for her mom. She'd fallen asleep and... She saw a note on the fridge and read it with a frown. "I don't know if I should feel happy or depressed that my mom came home last night and the left again without worrying about me actually being here."

Nelís was a bit surprised seeing how quickly she ran off and decided to follow. Making his away up the stairs he heard her voice, but couldn't make out words. As he rounded the corner to the kitchen he saw her staring at a note on the fridge.

"Something the matter?" He leaned against the wall lightly as he tried to read her expression that was turned away from him.

Kenzie put the note aside and rubbed the back of her neck. "Nothing to worry about." She yawned and opened the fridge to see if there was any milk left. "Do you like pancakes? I will prepare some for breakfast." She started looking for everything she needed. "So... what are you going to do now?"

"I'm staying until I can perform properly," he stated before recalling what he thought the night before. "Ah, I hope you can forgive me for my audacity yesterday. I was very frustrated from quarreling and especially since I wasn't in a good condition afterwards."

"It's forgiven." She said without looking at him but at the pan where she would make the pancakes. "I can understand it, just... be less creepy next time." Kenzie pushed herself onto the counter, spatula in hand. "You said the guy you were fighting isn't... dead. How do you know he won't come back?"

"I don't," Nelís shrugged nonchalantly, "but it'll take him just as long to recover and he doesn't know this place so there's a slim chance that he'll come around." He watched her as she was preparing to cook. It was strange having to adjust to the different tools and styles of cooking when you're always time traveling. He couldn't name even half the foods he'd eaten over the years. "What are you making?"

"Oh, that's good, because I don't want any angry Trait Wielder come barreling into my house." She looked at the batter on the pan. "Pancakes, have you never had pancakes for breakfast? And whatbabout the tattoo?" She pointed at it with the spatula.

The wizard almost laughed at her remark, pushing the spatula away from his face with his finger, "Yes I have and it's not a tattoo. It's the Trait. That's why we're called Trait Wielders lass. We were born with it."

Kenzie nodded and hopped off the counter to put the pancakes on a plate. "Now everything makes sense." She smiled and poured two glasses of orange juice. "Perfect. Here, eat up. I know that you look like you've recovered but still, you need some good food."

Nelís smiled contently before walking over to her side, brushing her shoulder a bit and his eyes took notice to a note on the fridge, ".. So that must've been what I heard. Your mother?" He turned back to her, taking the glass of orange juice into his hand.

Kenzie looked back at the note but quickly focused on drinking from her glass again. "She works at a hospital." She wouldn't tell him how her mom was almost never at home. He'd have to figure that one out on his own.

"I see," he said in understanding before taking his plate, "Thank you by the way." He wasn't sure if he had already thanked her, but he would again just in case. Though she was a witch she didn't act like one at all. He supposed she stuck to normalcy as much as she could.

She smiled friendly and started to eat. "You're welcome." She waited for him to eat his pancakes. Her mom had always told her hers were the best, that is when she stayed long enough for Kenzie to prepare her some breakfast, which hand't happened in months.

The wizard brought a piece of it up to his mouth until he noticed he was under Kenzie's watchful gaze and paused, ".. Are you intentionally staring at me or..?"