A weary Denab entered the Fortress a mixture of hope and disappointment clouding his expression. He had not sensed a single blip of the Lord Child and wondered if Galen was trying to fool him, trying to get his Hopes up. He did not know and he was anxious to know where this Lord was and to track him down. After all Galen did not like to be kept waiting now, did he? It was his demon's fault, the little devil made Galen hope things would go to his plan, made him sure that they would. Denab didn't even know if the man had known a single hint of doubt in his entire life since paired with the demon. Not like Denab, Denab had known trust since he'd been paired with Distrust and he trusted Amalia with everything that he was, even if at times she reminded him of one of the Lords he had so trusted before.
Denab shook his head, dislodging those distrusting thoughts, this time he knew he had trusted well within Amalia, she was a fellow Hunter and she would not allow him to be killed. If she felt even half of what he felt for her, even if it was just physical attraction and curiosity, then she would not let him be killed. Besides they were partners, partners stuck up for each other and fought by each other's sides for what they believed in. That Galen wanted the son of Violence, it did not bode well at all.
'Hey Josie, I need to speak to you about something.' Amalia's voice carried from the kitchen along with the smell of bacon and butter. She was cooking, for them? Denab had never had anybody care enough to cook something for him and to be thoughtful enough to cook his meat. He lingered back, in the doorway, wanting to hear the rest of her conversation, with whoever this Josie was. He didn't think there was a Hunter of that name and so he wondered if she had any friends outside of the operation, not that he'd ever known her to be a very sociable woman at all.
'No, no, I'm fine, I promise,' she assured the woman on the end of the phone and then went on to talk again. 'You wanna know my problems? Huh where do I start?' Denab edged a little further forward until he could see her standing there before the oven, frying pan handle in one hand, the spatula in the other and the phone beneath her ear. She was just as beautiful, if not more so, than he remembered her to be. There were no injuries to be found on her so she clearly hadn't met the Lord Child. Was it her disappointment in herself and her gift to him, this food, because of her failure?
'Well I surveyed the Fortress but there was nothing here, I've decided to stay here, I like it. But my problem is that I was awoken by a man when I got here, the man from the painting Dani showed me and I think I like him.' There was a pause as the woman on the other side spoke and with that pause Denab was able to wonder about Amalia's strange words. He had been in some painting, but he had never sat for such a thing, and who was this Dani woman she spoke of?
'I know, I know you said that he was a traitor to our kind, but there's something different about him, I feel like I know him from another life or something,' Amalia continued and Denab's brows furrowed. Another life, what when they had only had the one life each? 'I really like him Josie and I don't know what to do. What if he discovers the truth about me? He actually saw my eyes flash purple and he wants to go after Urban, what am I supposed to do with that kind of information?'
Denab straightened his back, deciding he had heard enough and entered the kitchen, taking a bacon butty from the side and taking a bite out of it, before turning to face her.
'Is there something you'd like to tell me Amalia?'