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The teleportation is a sparkly affair. A pop of purple magic and the pair are now standing in a stone hallway. It stretches out far in front of them, marked by series of doors on either side before it turns a corner. There are interspersed sconces glowing with more pale purple magic, providing some gentle lighting. Underfoot is a purple sigil, apparently the target for the return spell. Behind, a plain, solid wall made of more cobalt stone.

The inherent gloom of this location does not appear to put off the caged scholar in the least. He's already reshouldering his new bookbag and stepping off the sigil, unthreading his arm from Ashlynn's, headed down the hall. Calling out, "Kin! I am back! I have more books! And someone who needs help! Kin, please come forth!"

Whatever this 'Kin' is, he's not the first to emerge. Instead, one of the rooms has a low, small flap on its heavy wood door. And pushing through it with one fuzzy cheek is a cat! It's nearly all white except for a few tabby-coloured spots. One on his forehead that looks strangely like an eye, and a few more on the back. Micolash makes a happy noise when this feline is spotted, walking faster to pick him up.

"Henry! Hello, Henry," he says, holding him out in both hands at arm length, cat hanging from his armpits. The cat squints in response and looks towards the lady that came along. "I've brought someone for Abysa to feed," the man explains to the feline before gathering the cat against his chest in the crook of one arm.

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Micolash mumbles a 'thank you' to Abysa regarding being allowed to eat privately at a later time. What an embarrassing display were that to be if forced to do so in front of another person! What with how mealtime requires a dropper and a liquid-only diet at this time. Even Abysa's explanation (perhaps more for Ashlynn's gratification than his) doesn't really make him feel better. Oh, how there will not be a single day of this new life that he does not mourn the loss of the form given to him in the Nightmare!

When they've come upon the kitchen, Micolash lingers at the door's threshold, looking around the facilities with trepidation. Maybe a little disdain as well. The scholar's disgruntled mood comes out as he eventually grumbles, "By Oedon, you would think not wanting to eat was a crime around this place. Am I the only one who truly sees the process for the disgusting ritual it is?"

That being said, Micolash sulks by the door, arms crossed and also to one side of the doors now. When he's joined by Abysa, he turns that frown down towards the floor. I'm not looking at you. You're embarrassing me.

Her eyebrows go up. Oh that explained quite a bit..resuscitation after a long period was one thing..the other.. yes. It was not unheard of but it could be a dangerous and very pricey thing something like that. She shivers a wee bit. Though depending on the means and realm.. She shook her head best not go down that rabbit hole of thoughts right now.

A part of her went somber and concerned however. Her eyebrows went near in her hair and her mouth opened in half awe and tried not to drool as her stomach gave an appreciative growl. She was a bit of a foodie. And loved to make and try things out and plan parties and the like with her friends etc. She often made welcome baskets and care packages etc. to give out round town back in StoryBrooke.

"Ah I see..well I rather.. enjoy.. such things miself." She murmers softly and glances sideways toward Micolash. Knowing he didn't particularly like it for many reasons. Now she understood even more so. It was not unlike someone haveing had major surgery or trauma. Some had little appetite or we're frustated understandably. Well as others had renewed and large ones but had to take it slow.

She smiles warmly, "um aye.. I do..quite a bit and um it's Mrs. ahem Thank you very much..Mr. Abysa." She replies doing her best to try and sound it out correctly not wishing to offend him. Trying her best to punctuate it in a imitation of Micolash. Which was usually how she learned how to enunciation unfamiliar words by copying someone else's speech patterns.

She follows Henry in with a soft smile. "oh I'm sure we can find or rustle something up for you something too Henry." She remarks fondly.

She barely blinks but her shoulders go up a little at Micolash's remark. She really shouldn't let her bother her. It's not personal, She mentally reminded herself. She sighs softly and goes to the sink first to wash up a little while she looks for a spot to put her things down so she can work unencumbered but still have them in sight and at hand.

"Ah, it is no trouble. It will be good to have someone using these facilities as intended. And not everyone can harbor such disdain for basic needs, Micolash, be not so sour." Abysa reaches down to rap on the top of Micolash's cage with his bony knuckles.

The kitchen is like a dream, really, not only is it well-stocked but there is plenty of counter space as well. Henry, being a cat, believes all that space is meant especially for him, and he jumps up to a countertop. At the mention of his name, he seems intent on shadowing her now, in hopes she will make good on her offer of food.

Abysa and Micolash linger just outside the door still, and the demon leans into the doorway for a quick glance about, making sure nothing is amiss. Then he turns to Micolash, leaning down to speak with him quietly and privately.

"Now do not take this as, ah, me scolding you for helping others. In that sense, you are being quite thoughtful. But ... I thought perhaps I had explained before, I keep this place and my presence hidden as to not disturb the denizens of the Nexus..." He says with a low voice, and then takes a quick moment to turn and look inside the kitchen once more.

Micolash, arms still crossed, scrunches up his face when his cage's top is knocked on. Doooon't. And his admonishment to not be such a Grumpy Gus only gets the scholar to huff. Whatever, you're not my mom.

Now when the supposed Kin is speaking to him low and privately, however, does his demeanour loosen just slightly. Now appearing mollified instead, Micolash's frown falls and his eyes do the same, looking down at the inside of his metal collar instead. "She doesn't know anymore where this is than I do. I used the bracelet you gave me." He holds up his wrist to pull down his cuff to show it. "Why? Do you think she will mean you harm...?" Because Micolash would have just as much a problem with that as Abysa would! And the Kin is clearly better at reading people and emotions than he is.

She smiles softly again and nods, "glad to be of service. " She murmurs warmly and sincerely. And such a lovely kitchen too. She thought as she takes stock of where things are. Putting her bags down nearby but out of the way.

She smiles at Henry and decides to look in the cupboards first to see if there's anything kitty friendly to start him on.

Her ear flicks under her hood, but so long as she doesn't catch any worrying words she let's them be for now.

"The thing about mortals and humans, is you can never quite be sure." Abysa sighs. "One could be friendly one time, but be convinced of my guilt the next. In a plane as varied as this Nexus, there is no telling who is opposed to demonkind and who is not, and word travels fast." He leans down farther as he floats, until his arms are crossed, his chin resting upon them, all while leaning on the top of Micolash's cage. Since Abysa is still floating, Micolash would not notice much extra weight.

"I do hate to sound paranoid, but my time living freely amongst mortals has been put to an end. I would rather observe as a hidden presence, to minimize possible chaos or hostility."

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Henry has just been alerted to the existence of cupboards. He stands up on his hind legs as he bats at a cupboard door, wondering why it does not open as easily as it does for the nice lady. Inside most of them seem to be basic things; flour, sugar, brown sugar, baking soda, and so on, but also boxes of crackers, cookies, and the like. Most of the snacks seem to be unsalted and bland, or lightly flavoured.

Henry sits like an upright pear, nose pointed up as he sniffs about. He lets out a plaintive "Mahh", as though asking the mysterious little doors why they do not open for him.

Micolash does indeed not mind the leaning. At least his cage is good for that.

"Oh. Like me." He's not glum about it, or disappointed. Not even worried. Maybe a little resigned is all. He doesn't so easily forget the upset he'd caused when first taken in by the Kin. His sudden onset of scientific glee learning that the demon's anatomy was so unlike a human's and what he could learn...

"I'm sure she can be removed if she becomes a problem?" Whatever THAT implies.

Her fur and hair goes up on end again. As she reaches up to bring out some crackers. Cat's rather liked salt after all. She opens one of the packets and breaks a cracker into smaller pieces so Henry could better eat it if he likes after she puts it next to him. Her left thumb tingles a little. As she gets goosebumps.

She got that feeling like she was being talked about. Her ear twitches again. Still on alert, she didn't smell etc any tattle tale worrying things about..yet. But one never knew weither beings ate energy or..other things right off the bat unless there we're clues etc.

She wasn't one to stay where she was not wanted...She got that feeling of polite yet slightly put upon-ness. She was planning to make them all something, clean up and head back to the library asap anyway.

"It would be no trouble to remove her, but I think it would be a bit rude. If treated as a guest she will surely just go about her business and leave." Abysa looks back to the kitchen. He sees Henry licking up what seem to be cracker crumbs and crunching down on them with vigor. All while sitting on the counter! What a spoiled beast.

"And as far as dangerous beings go, you would be on another level entirely. Here I am complaining of simple mortal visitors while housing a Gods-touched man who would love to disassemble me for his own benefit..." Abysa laughs a little, darkly, reaching down into the 'window' in Micolash's cage to rub his forehead and his hair.

"But now you know why I am a little hesitant to entertain guests. Speaking of, please do join her as she works. It would be rude to leave her unattended." Abysa grabs hold of Micolash's cage, attempting to turn and 'steer' him through the door.

"Why not show her how Henry will stand for a treat?"

He's getting ruffled for the most heinous things but it makes him smile regardless, one eye squinting closed and leaning a little into Abysa's hand. Granting easier hair-ruffling access.

Oh, but now he's being told to join the food-making and getting ushered that direction by his headgear. Which he of course has to follow the direction of, at first a bit stumbling as he's surprised by it. Micolash is barely able to suppress a whine of despondency. "Oh, must I?" Then a sigh. "I suppose if she does not ask me to eat any of it..." The scholar is soon shuffling over to where cat and woman both are, fiddling with his fingers as he goes.

Once there, Micolash first just pays attention to Henry, petting him repeatedly as if to self-soothe in doing so. "So." Where to begin, where to begin. "...What are you going to make?"

She smiles softly at Henry, he was so fluffy and cute. She thought as she took off her gloves and washed and dried her hands the rings on her left hand glittering a little. Hmm perhaps something simple..sandwiches maybe? She half was craving grilled cheese or soup as well. But If she had to make a break for it. Plus she was half thinking of squirreling something away for later.

She went over to the fridge to see what was in it to start with. Half mentally kicking and curseing herself. Honestly the hell-fire lights which her brain associated with brimstone/sulfer should have been a bigger red flag to her but she had wanted for at least a moment to hope for the best.

While anticipating some worse scenarios , which could still possibly happen. Course it didn't help it was harder to think when..her stomach gurgled again a mite louder. As she looked through selves standing at an angle so her back wasn't to either of them completely.

She blinked and looked up. "oh..um maybe some sandwiches?" She half asks half states.

Henry makes a 'mah' sound and paws at Micolash's wrist so he can sniff his fingers. The cat is disappointed that the man has no treats in them! What a ripoff. He thumps back down to sniff the counter for anymore cracker crumbs.

"Sandwiches," the man echoes offhandedly, under his breath. Now that Henry isn't sniffing at him, he can resume petting said kitty. So soft. "Is that your...favourite?" By Kos, making conversation is hard, especially when it's about a subject he's so avoidant and now ignorant about.

"Henry's are treats," he adds, just to keep talking and trying to sound, you know. Engaging. "Little meat-flavoured tablets." Henry heard the word 'treat' and is already up and meowing loudly. Treats! TREATS! I WANT TREATS! What have you done, Micolash.

"...I should probably give him one now," he says regarding the kitty cacophony he's caused.

She chuckles softly, cute kitty boy. She thinks fondly.

She checks the fridge to see what sort of bread and things there are. "I see.. oh um one of .." She murmurs sincerely. She was also a big fan of soups.

Especially, Stews, Beef stews most especially, Campbells and Progressive kinds once she'd been in StoryBrooke. Stews had been a stable back Home in Mist Haven. When one took what was available and put it into a pot to make something hearty and stretch out a long lasting dish. Especially when the winter was long and or money was tight. Which it had been at a few points in her and her family's life. And not just because of a bad harvest or winter either.

A part of her was similarly clammering for something of the beef or bacon variety. But it wasn't like she could just snatch it and leave if things went south. She blinked and nodded with a chuckle. "Aye most furry friends do. " She looks about to see if she can spot them.

"Oh? I could grab them for ya if ya like?" She half asks eyeing the cupboards and wondering if she was closer or not.

Henry is getting increasingly loud and starting to turn in tight little circles, always stopping to look up at Micolash before doing another. TREAT! TREAT! GIVE ME TREATS! It's making Micolash slightly worried; he's on the spot now because of a cat. He looks over his shoulder at where Abysa had been lurking and is pointed wordlessly towards a drawer. "O-Oh, no, here. A moment, Henry, please. Just be patient." Cats don't know the meaning of the word and so he just keeps on meowing up a storm.

Okay, drawer is opened and a little bag of kitty treats in a shiny blue bag is extracted. There's a cute picture of an orange cartoon cat on it! Micolash...briefly gets wrapped up in crinkling the material of the bag before a frantic Henry starts trying to climb his arm to meow louder at the man's face. Oh! Right. Okay. He'll just-...It's opened up, a little square is extracted and the scholar hurriedly drops it onto the counter and pulling his hand back as if afraid it will be eaten along with the treat if he's not careful. Henry, of course, pounces on it and devours it with gusto.

"I forgot he gets excitable if he hears the word."

She smiles and tries not to chuckle. "always a good idea to have something on hand before saying that word." She advises gently there we're a very vocal sort. Henry was adorable though.

She puts a hand out to see if he'd sniff it. He seemed rather focused. "Perhaps put a few nearby for him?" She suggests and looks to see if theres any ham or chicken in the fridge. Her kitty and others liked that as well. First rule of the kitchen was make sure kitties had something to occupy before pulling out yer own food or they'd beg.

"Oh. Erm. Here." Taking that suggestion, Micolash just...dumps several into his hand and then drops them onto the counter for Henry. Who starts promptly devouring those too. FEAST. This cat is going to learn he can get piles of treats out of the silly caged human at this rate. No moderation.

"Why does he eat like he's starving? He is always like this." Micolash uses one skinny finger to prod into Henry's plump side. See? Hardly in danger of starvation. Unlike the man doing the poking, but that's always a touchy subject, isn't it.

The fridge is thankfully well stocked, incidentally. Slices of meat and hearty bread are present, apparently already ready for sandwiches. Perhaps the demon had hoped that would have been simple enough for his guest and that proved to not be the case. Alas. It's honestly a good thing Ashlynn IS here or this stuff would just go to terrible waste.

She chuckles softly and grabs some bread and several sorts of meats and looks for things like mayo and or cheese. Why was she craving a grilled cheese all of a sudden? She half wondered and then half thought..oh probably missing Granny's. Which was both the person and the diner. And the titular Red Riding Hood's Granny. But one you didn't mess with and had a mean crossbow aim.

Lawd, she missed them. Red was off seeking adventures in their old realm last she heard. hmm speaking of.

"He's a wee predator, inherited instinct I guess.. certain things take up a lot of energy. " She hadn't seen anything for Henry to chase as of yet though. "Does he got any toys..hmm..maybe we should get a laser pointer light for him to chase sometimes." She murmurs half in thought looking for plates and knifes.

"A what pointer?" That's a new word. He's idly and unthinkingly still poking Henry in the side, but is reminded it's time to stop when the cat reaches back and smacks his hand with one paw. No claws, just a bap. Micolash jumps and yanks his hand closer to himself again.

"Oh, but he has many toys! A whole room just for him, in fact. Things to climb and play with. I enjoy watching him go about it. Have you had a cat before? He is my first." Wow, a whole childhood and adult life with no cats; that's sad! "Part of the reason I am not...always sure what they are up to or on about. But it is interesting to learn. I've always liked them, after all."

"er lazer light..it makes a red dot." She states and pulls out the one she had in her backpack. Granted she tended to use it for her own kitty but also to drastic the bigger cat shifters etc. around town. Like Shere Khan when he was spoiling for a fight. It's.. complicated with him. Especially as he became a friend of a friend during the curse.

She points it on a less cluttered part of the counter and moves it a little back and forth. "oh that's good." She states with a nod. She wouldn't mind doing that..or hiding there if need be. She could try going small and puppy ish if push came to shove.

"Ah I see." She states and nods understandingly. "Aye. I have one back in Maine. And we had some barn cats back home. " She murmers warmly and informs him. hmm perhaps she could give him some advise.

"A red dot? Why would you want to make a-" But he's interrupted by Henry spotting the results of Ash's pointer, pupils going big as he crouches, wiggles his behind and...POUNCE. He keeps scrambling after it and batting at it uselessly like trying to kill a bug. Micolash is stunned at such a response! But soon laughs. "Henry! It's just a small light! There is nothing to hit!" As if explaining will make the cat realize his attempts are a fool's game. They don't, of course. That kitty is going to slap that dot to DEATH.

"Maine? Why is the cat there and not with you?" Not that he knows what this 'Maine' is. He's getting slowly used to hearing places he's never heard of, at least. Micolash is briefly distracted from watching Henry's continued frantic attempts at laser pointer murder, smiling at ridiculous display. "I wasn't allowed pets growing up. And it was against the rules by the time I had away to college."

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She chuckles softly, "cause it's fun for everyone." She replies course not when it's one a gun but then you could at least spot it. Her right eye twitches at the thought of Sherlock being at gun point more often then anyone should like.

She softly moves the light around so he can play a bit doing little patterns and circles.

"Er well she's with my extended family as..I came to scout and see if I could find my best buddy.. Quests aren't the best place for kitties." She murmers explaining. Adopted and family by bond that was. Her in laws and few remaining relations we're back in Mist Haven.

Her eyes soften in sympathy,"Ah I see.." That wasn't uncommon either. "And now ya have this little guy. " She murmurs fondly, with a small smile.

"Oh yes. The man who can change from beast and back." He doesn't seem to get as manically thrilled at the notion this time. Maybe he's had time to adjust. Maybe he's behaving well for Abysa. Either way, it's probably a welcome change. "Wouldn't a cat help with locating him? As they tend to track down rodents..." Actually a horrible idea, Micolash! Try and remember what felines DO with the rodents they locate.

"Oh but yes! Henry is wonderful to have around. I enjoy just watching him go about his business. How his whiskers twitch and ears move. How soft and silent his footsteps are." Micolash gives the cat another poke, which makes Henry jump, as he'd been focused on the task of dot hunting. "Does your cat look like him?"

She blinks and looks a little taken aback but she recovers quickly. "Err, well.. if he's in a certain state it might make it worse.. or him less likely to come out he's had bad experiences with villains using.. felines nastily against him ya see. " She softly and gently explains.

Sometimes it was even hard for Sherlock to be comfortable around gentle cats sadly.

"Aye tis. " She blinks and jumps a little as well and the dot light shuts off and she tucks it away for now. Aww poor Henry. She thinks and goes to wash her hands again.

"Marie's a bit smaller and white very fluffy and French. " She informs him and makes a note to show him a picture after. She chuckles softly, "she's very friendly and loving, cuddly. " She adds drying her hands and putting some bread slices on a large plate, and readying a knife and debating between cold or something warm or both and various.

Good thing Ash was the one to correct that, because Micolash looks surprised and then dismayed. "Oh. Of course. And I suppose it would be a mite difficult to follow after a single cat all day and night. Hoping it finds your, erm. Friend." Good thing something was said or the scholar might have gotten some bright ideas about setting Henry to the task. Which would end poorly for literally everyone involved.

He's smiling again, however, with the description of her own cat back home. "What wonderful beasts to keep us company. So clever and shrewd. I do admire them so." He watches as Ashlynn begins to get food out and prepared and...scoots a step away. Why is Micolash so paranoid people are going to make him eat?! Everyone here knows he's not going to, calm down, sir.

She nods her eyes soften a little, "It was a nice idea though." She states softly not wishing him to think she didn't appreciate him trying to help.

She hums and nods, "Aye that they are. " She murmers and notes the movement out the corner of her eye as she tears some ham and turkey into smaller bits and puts them in front of Henry to see which he liked more and to keep him busy.

She internally debated for a moment and then started looking for a skillet. Cause frick it, she wanted something warm to start off though she did put a bit of turkey sneakily into her right check to hide and to suck on while her head was turned away to take the edge off. Besides if she had to run she though she hated the thought of wasting food she could toss..some small piece of something at Micolash and brandish the skillet Rapunzel/tangled style if need be.

If it became necessary. Which she hoped it wouldn't but one had to be prepared.

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