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[wheatencrown]

The door opens onto a huge, wandering garden still waiting for the first touches of Spring.

Demeter holds the door for a moment and makes sure that it stays to the Bar as she rests her other hand on Ben's, watching him carefully.

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter sighs as she watches him, she hates this since it isn't what she does best.

So the food is cleared away and then she focuses and creates a glass of tryptopan,

"Drink this, its what you need."

[thebrokensoldier]

In all retrospect he doesn't truly know what he needs. But he trusts her. In all the time of being in Milliways, Demeter has become one of the ones he trusts. And he doesn't trust people that often. So it's a big feat for him.

Giving her a smile and, yes, there's possibly even light purring he takes the glass and starts drinking. When he turns his head away from her (depending on how she's sitting) she might catch a glimpse of the barcode on the back of his neck.

[wheatencrown]

The bar code catches her eye and she reaches up to stroke his back and look at it.

To her it conjures images of money and power and she can't think why he would be marked so.

She gently runs her hand over it and smiles at him,

"Tell me of yourself, Ben."

[thebrokensoldier]

And it's more him than it is her. But the moment that barcode is touched he tenses up a bit. Like we said... it's more him than her. Because that barcode shows what he is. And if anyone can read barcodes then they'd be able to get the number 331845739493.

"Was made by Manticore. A soldier." He states then shakes his head. "Genetically engineered super soldier with feline DNA." A frown crosses his lips and he gives a small growl, frustrated with himself. "Got a big brother... baby sister. Big family."

It's a bit jumbled and not the whole story. She'd probably have to get a bit specific. If only because he's not one to really talk about himself.

[wheatencrown]

She hugs him quite tightly,

"Shh, no need to speak more of it."

Created for death and war, that makes her so angry but she won't show it to him. A nearby tree shakes in an unseen wind as she commits that name to memory, Manticore.

[thebrokensoldier]

He's not really used to hugs. Those are... foreign to him just like a lot of other things. Then again he's not an Ordinary. But instead of pulling away he just leans into the goddess.

For now he's a content kitten. The tremors have close to faded. So he'll be fine and she's there. He's safe. It's what mattered.

[wheatencrown]

She holds him for a time and soon he sleeps.

The night is quiet and for once the house doesn't seem too large and the wait for her Kore isn't as long.

When he wishes to return to the Bar, the door will be there but for now, he's held in a mother's arms.