Kaylen awoke in the morning in a small panic before she remembered where she was and what had happened last. It seemed as though as soon as she got up Erik was standing in the room ready to lead her back to her home. The trip back went quickly. She walked beside Erik leaning on him for support when she needed, but only when she really needed to. It seemed as though he didn't like to be touched though he never said anything about it. Finally they reached her room, which Erik seemed reluctant to enter.
Erik stood at the door way, looking into her room as he had done so many times from behind the walls.
"Try to keep your weight off that ankle." He said once again unsure of what to say and feeling a little awkward at being above ground and not in his secret passages.
She turned back to look at him, obviously puzzled on why he didn't come in.
"How can I thank you, Erik. If it wasn't for you I might still be down there."
Erik thought for a minute. "There is one thing Mademoiselle. I would think it fair payment if you would allow me to tutor your voice. I have heard you sing and I think with the right training you could be very good."
How had he heard her sing, she only sang while she was sewing. ' He's the phantom, you silly girl. He probably knows when a pen is dropped in the managers office.'
It seemed she had been finding out about her many unknown talents since coming to the opera. It was amazing that Erik would want to train her voice. Since she had known him, he seemed to enjoy only the best of everything. His house, his clothes, and his general appearance suggested so.
"I would be honored, Erik."
"Good. Be in your room at five o'clock tomorrow evening. Lessons start then."
With that he turned on his heal and disappeared into the shadows.