You rubbed at your chin briefly as you thought of the best course of action to carry out, as you considered what would be best for your safety and hers. You knew that they seemed to have found you while you slept, that made you wonder if their method of sensing immortals required the immortal in question to be sleeping. It made sense in a way, that in your sleep your mind would be unguarded and as such easier to locate.
You knew that there was more to worry about. Where you were going to get money from, what you were going to eat, how you were going to deal with this woman and explain her presence to other people. If you washed the eye painted on her forehead away, she'd look quite normal. That would at least give you some insurance against her getting you into trouble with the common folk.
She needed clothing though, something other than the tattered remains of her robe.
"For the time being, it may be wise for us to avoid sleeping in the same place twice, that means a lot of moving around to avoid them pinpointing our location." You paused, allowing her to take this in as she nodded slightly, her expression saying that she wasn't too happy with the idea. You weren't either, truth be told, but it was better than the alternative.
"We're going to need to get you some clothing, clean that mark off your forehead. We should check and see if there's any womens clothing here that would work for the time being." You continued, prompting another nod as she sighed. "I'll go look for a water source, so you can get changed in private if you find something."
A slight blush coloured her cheeks as she nodded again as you moved to take your boots from beside the bed. Your pistol was left atop the bedside table as you figured that if anybody came, they'd go after her and not yourself, that she'd need the weapon and you'd be fine without it.
It was a precaution that you knew was hardly likely to be needed, though it didn't stop you from taking it, for the sole fact that it made you feel better to do so, that you had at least provided her with a means of self defence while you were not present.
As you made your way downstairs, you took note of the state of disrepair of the building, of the fact the windows were broken and the door was rotten. Dust and debris coated the floor and much of what had been here had been taken when the original occupants had moved out. Stepping through the door had the run down and derelict area greet you once more, looking no better in the day than it had in the night.
You couldn't help but feel disheartened in a way to see that a place as big as London could have area's like this. Maybe it was an effect of the roaming abominations, maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, you had work to do.
You made your way from house to house as you checked around them, looking for rain barrels that hadn't been spoiled. It took some time to find one that was adequately suited, that had no leaves or dead insects floating in it, one that had been covered and undisturbed all this time. It was stagnant, but you only required it for cleaning off that mark. If it had been for drinking, you wouldn't have considered it.
A few quick twists had you wrench the guttering away from the wall, allowing you to move the barrel freely as you rocked it on its rim, tipping half of its contents out before dragging it toward the outside of the house you had come from.
Even in the warm morning light this place looked drab and dreary.
"Are you dressed?" You called out as you stepped back into the building. The tattered remains of the robe were thrown down the stairs in way of an answer. "Is that a yes or a no?" you called out again, an audiable and exasperated sigh coming in response. "Yes!" followed that sigh as she called out in response.
You could read expressions, body language and emotions but you couldn't read a woman.
You picked up the robe, placing it on the table as you moved it from the stairs, before heading up the stairs and back to the bedroom of this small house. You weren't sure what to expect knowing that there was likely little left over in this place, so when you found that she had aquired a simple dress and shoes from her searches you were pleasently suprised.
"I managed to locate a barrel of rain water that's at least clean enough to wash that mark off." You started, picking up your gunbelt, fastening it about your waist as you sat down on the edge of the bed. "I am considering paying your order a visit, seeing if I can at least find some terms that are acceptable that would prevent them from causing you harm. Until I figure a means of going about that however..." You trailed off, wondering just what was the best course of action.
What was your plan for the day, though. Were you going to take her to Red's, were you going to go investigating the city, or did you have a better idea?
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