Ame never left Kid's side. He slept well knowing she was there; she held his hands often, and whispered soft things to him when he had nightmares.

"He's sleep-deprived," Stein observed. "It's a good thing you were willing to stay. How were Liz and Patti?"

"Not good," Ame sighed. "They can't stand what's happened. I'm glad Soul and Maka were able to shelter them for the night, otherwise they would have never left."

"It's unfortunate," Stein said. "That they're tearing themselves up over this."

A Day to Heal; Ame's Brilliant Healing Methods?

"What are you doing?" Stein asked as Ame applied a thick salve to Kid's wounds.

"Healing his cuts," she replied. "His reaper powers already have a lot to heal, and I want to make this as easy for him as possible."

"You're amazing," Stein mumbled, watching the clever girl as she dressed his wounds. He glanced at the clock before grabbing a syringe off the desk. Ame put a hand over Kid and growled protectively.

"Back off, that won't do any good," she spat. "Gods can't accept medicine like humans."

"… Fine."

Ame's ears twitched as Kid stirred beneath her.

"You're awake," Ame said suddenly, looking at Kid.

"Where am I?" Kid whispered, opening his eyes groggily. His vision blurred, but he could tell he was out of that dark cell. His eyes forcused slightly to see Ame standing over him. "You're still all over me, I see. I'd tell you to get off, but I'm too tired right now."

Ame smirked, her tail wagging as she got off of him and reached for more medicine. Kid's eyes slid closed once more and he felt something warm wrap around him. Her tail.

"You're cold," Ame murmured.

"What's that smell?" he asked after a short pause, sniffing feebly.

"It's a remedy that I'm using to heal your wounds," Ame explained. "I made it myself. Do you like it?"

Kid's face relaxed in a small smile.

"It feels nice," he mumbled. Ame smiled and began humming absent mindedly as Kid nodded off to sleep. His body had been overwhelmed by the severity of his injuries and thus his grim reaper healing powers were slower than usual. He just needed some rest.

Ame put a hand over Kid's hand, examining his nails.

"Perfect balance, perfect order," she muttered. She looked at Kid's semi-peaceful face. Why would anyone do this to him? Why would they kidnap the son of Death and torture him if they didn't want anything from him? Surely not for fun; targeting Kid was too much of a coincidence. The entire sleepover scene was too carefully planned out in itself.

"She knew I was gone," she thought.

"Why did she stab his stomach and not his arms?" Ame continued. "Because there was something important to carve on each arm? Check. She could have stabbed his forearms. No, she would have cut the ropes. She could have moved the ropes." Ame scratched her head as she thought about this. "She wanted to stab his stomach for a reason. What reason? What was so intriguing about that area that she wasted good dissecting space?"

Her scratching got more and more rapid. Ame took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Why did she stab his stomach so many times?" Ame asked.

Another moment of thinking.

"To cover something up," Ame realized, opening her eyes. She looked at the bound wound. "To cover what? Poison?"

She was getting tired already, and she'd gotten nowhere. She knew whoever this was; she probably couldn't face without Kid and some serious brush techniques.

"If only I knew what happened to him," she thought.

"A-Ame!" Kid cried suddenly. Ame was on her feet, one hand gripping his and the other on his opposite shoulder.

"What's wrong?" she asked immediately. Kid relaxed drastically, sighing slightly.

"Nothing," he breathed, looking away from her. "It was just a dream…. Do you know what she meant by an 'immortal non-mortal'?"

"Immortal?" Ame asked. "Could it be trying to channel your immortality and use it for herself?"

"I'm scared, Ame," he whispered, his eyes searching hers for a moment. He reached up to brush some hair out of her face, pausing once to look at her green eye. "I'm sorry for hitting you."

Ame took his hand and set it down on the bed gently. That was the least of their worries now.

Soul Eater

"He needs to start eating soon," it was about time Ame started thinking about that. "The answer is… BREAD!"

"Don't be so hasty," Stein corrected. "Bread is too tough—he can't chew, remember?"

"Then I guess I'll have to improvise," Ame said, tweaking her ears.

Liz bought a loaf of bread as Ame instructed. Then she, Maka, and Patti gathered in the infirmary to see Kid.

Ame turned to Kid and began shaking him slightly. "Kid, wake up; you need to eat."

Kid moaned, not opening his eyes. His powers were at their peak; he was just too tired. Ame sighed. He was hungry, but he wasn't going to eat on his own. She turned to the loaf of bread Liz had bought from the store. The edges were brown and hard like a shell, but that didn't faze Ame. She boldly bit off a small bite.

"Hey!" Liz started. "I bought that for him, you know!"

She paused. What was Ame doing exactly? She was chewing an awful lot. Ame ground the bread into a thick pulp and bent down over Kid's limp body. She hesitated slightly; should she really be doing this in front of people? She pressed her lips against Kid's gently, forcing the pre-chewed mush into his mouth. Kid stiffened, as if to stop her, but relaxed again, accepting the food. Ame pulled away, keeping her eyes on Kid only. She definitely should have waited until the others had left. Why did she feel so… embarrassed? She bit off another chunk of bread and began chewing. Whatever.

Ame stopped abruptly when she realized Kid was crying. Thick streams of bittersweet tears ran down his cheeks. That was odd; what was wrong? Ame continued feeding him in the same manner. The others couldn't stand to watch, but they didn't really want to look away either.

"I thought you might try that," Stein spoke up quietly. "But I never thought you'd be bold enough to do it right here."

"That's how wolves feed each other, right?" Maka asked.

"Hey, sis?" Patti turned to her sister, who was watching the awkward scene before her with twitchy eyes. "Do you think this can count as their first kiss or not?"

"Um, Patti, I think that's up to them to decide," Liz muttered, covering her sister's eyes.

Ame tried her best to ignore them. She knew how much Kid was usually disgusted by her wolfish impulses, and he would most likely die if he ever found out what she was doing. But he was being a lot more patient with her lately; it was as if he could finally accept her for what she was.