Ruby sat in the back of Hraesvelgr as she cradled the injured Jet's head. He was groaning in pain as she stroked his head, trying her best not to hyperventilate from worry. Dennis was hurriedly driving back to his apartment.

"He… knows what he's… doing." Jet hissed in between pain-stricken moans, even as they pulled into the dark parking lot.

Jet lay upon the same sofa that Ruby had sat on during her conversation with Dennis. In the dim atmosphere, Jet's now-bandaged limb was still stained a deep crimson, and he rested now, with his eyes shut and breathing steady, owing to the rather unconventional relief coming from Dennis knocking him out cold. Ruby had rounded on him angrily, but he'd simply told her that it was either that or let him suffer more pain.

She knelt next to him, watching as his chest rose and fall, a red welt on his otherwise fair skin atop his forehead evidence of Dennis' mercy. The man himself was getting something from a storage room in his bedroom, leaving Ruby to watch over her loved one. She peered over as he remained there, breathing but otherwise motionless.

Stomping footsteps behind her told her Dean had returned, and she stood up after kissing Jet's cheek before stepping back and watching as the brute took Jet's broken arm and twisted it with a jarring crack to its correct orientation.

He then held his palm over Jet's arm, and Ruby saw a familiar blue substance pouring out of his hand onto Jet's arm. It was the same icy blue healing liquid that Jet typically used to heal himself. So Dennis was the one he'd copied that particular semblance from.

The liquid seeped through the bandages as Dennis leant back, having done all he could.

"Do you know why his suit disappeared?" he asked, turning his gaze to Ruby.

"I don't know." Ruby admitted, before an idea struck her. "Wait," she said, at Dennis' raised eyebrows, "Jet told me something about his suits only being active if his aura was low, and even then, only for a limited time."

"So all those hits he was taking was on his aura?" Dennis enquired. "Damn. Tough bastard you got, love." He walked away, returning with a bowl full of hot water and a sponge a minute later. "For his head." he muttered, before lumbering off again.

As Ruby took up her silent vigil by Jet's side, she remembered about when Jet cared for her when she was sick.

Ruby felt terrible as she clenched her stomach under her covers, feeling cold sweat everywhere on her face as she shivered. She briefly heard the door open and close, and wondered who it was, but she didn't open her tightly shut eyes. She was feeling dizzy again, and her stomach was in turmoil.

A hiccup escaped her, and Ruby felt, not for the first time that morning, the feeling of her stomach contents rising up her throat. Activating her semblance, she rushed to the bathroom and bowed her head over the toilet before she was messily sick. Someone entered the bathroom moments after her agonized retching began. Thankfully, this episode was shorter than the previous one, and she soon collapsed against the toilet bowl, still dry heaving.

Ruby then felt a cold hand on her back and jumped in shock as it caressed her back. She turned her gaze away from the toilet full of vomit to see Jet with a reassuring smile on his face. The bathroom was so cold, and she began to tremble in the chill. She tried to smile, but she felt as if he'd already detected a problem's presence. She watched as he cupped his hands together, feeling the sickening taste of stomach acid on her tongue as he filled them with water, before bringing them to Ruby's face.

"Let's wash out your mouth now, Ruby." he said. Ruby nodded in thanks, sucking up the water before spitting it out into the toilet. She was somewhat successful in getting the taste out of her mouth. Hitting the flush, Jet lifted Ruby gently into his arms, before carrying her back to her bed. Ruby clutched at Jet for his warmth as he walked, and she felt him release that delicious warmth that caused her to practically merge with him and his heat.

Jet lifted Ruby onto her bed and tucked Ruby in. He vanished and reappeared with a bowl along with a cup of water. Ruby curled into herself, desperate to warm up, but finding no solace from her chills. It was then that Jet covered her with his wings and unleashed more heat for her, and Ruby smiled in thanks as she closed her eyes.

As the flashback ended, Ruby looked upon Jet, and felt a new rush of affection for her love.

"You never left my side that day, did you? When I was ill, you took care of me." Ruby whispered softly. He had sacrificed much to keep her safe, and Ruby would be damned if she deviated from what he'd done for her.

"I did." came a reply, and Ruby immediately looked at her lover's face to see an open pair of emerald eyes and a small smile on Jet's face. Ruby never noticed the tears in her eyes as she watched him sit up, testing his healed arm, and then clutching his forehead.

"Are you okay?" Ruby asked, kneeling closer to him.

"Feels like my forehead was hit by a chunk of fire dust, and my arm's just been healed," Jet responded, looking at her, "but other than that, yeah, I'm fine."

"Yer have me to thank fer that." Dennis growled as he sat opposite the two, Ruby sitting next to Jet and feeling him put an arm and a wing around her shoulder. She laid her head on his shoulder and watched as Dennis, lopsided now, continued. "I healed yer arm, and I rapped yer on the 'ead to knock yer out cold so yer wouldn't feel anything. Ruby damn near killed me when I did."

"I pulled Crescent Rose on him." Ruby explained, remembering her anger at the time.

"I would have done the same, in both your places." Jet replied, tussling Ruby's hair a little, but not too much. Ruby had drawn the line at him ruffling up her hair. "I apologise for causing such a scare."

"What are these 'suits' you and Ruby keep referring to?" Dennis asked. Ruby decided to let Jet explain, putting her arms around him lovingly whilst trying not to be too much of a distraction.

"It's called Dharc Armour." Jet explained. "You see, I can manipulate darkness into three suits which perform different roles. The Abyssal Chaos Jet you saw in the arena is my attack based armour. There are two other armours. Burning Jet Venom is my speed based armour, that's the one I arrived in. Then there's Jet Black Phantom, my defensive armour. I can use them when my aura is low, and by triggering them, I restore my aura to full capacity."

Now Ruby began to listen more intently, for this information could be invaluable if she teamed up with Jet, or if god forbid, they were to fight.

"So you can use these to essentially heal yourself?" Dennis inquired.

"That and much more. I found out that the reason why my aura fluctuates all the time is because it's being drained by my own attacks. Each magical attack or block I use has part of my aura that makes it stronger and easier to recharge, but it costs me my own aura. With the added ability to copy semblances, I become the formidable opponent that left your tutelage two years ago." Jet finished.

"That does make sense." Dennis remarked. "Your father had the same kind of attacks."

"I know." Jet shortly responded. Dennis got up.

"Well I don't know if ye knew, but it's getting' close ter midnight. Off to bed with you two." he said.