Jonah continued raking up leaves throughout the grounds with Riveria alongside him. Upon setting fire to the enlarged piles, Riveria would question Jonah and he replied his presence of mind.

At one point, however, Bete stood at a distance watching. Or more accurately, glaring.

"He would really love to have another go at me, he would," Jonah said as he returns to raking up leaves.

"I'm afraid you're right," Riveria sighed as she keeps an eye on Bete.

"Let's hope he's smart enough not to come over here and pick a fight."

"He won't be doing that with me around." As she glares toward Bete with hardness in her tone.

"Good to know."

Bete eventually storms off.

"Ah, it looks like a disaster has been averted," Jonah said.

By noon, they are watching another pile of leaves burn.

"You still here?" Riveria asked.

"I'm still here," Jonah assured.

There is a moment of silence.

"Why did you join Loki's familia?" Jonah suddenly asked her.

"It was because of a promise I made," Riveria sighed.

"A promise? Even though Loki behaves in a way that makes you want to leave her?"

"We Elves take decisions very seriously, Mister Theron. We may not be quick to make them but once we make them, we stick with them; even if it means deciding to serve a god who turns out to be a bit of an idiot."

"At least you're not enthralled by them as if they were Great Ones."

"No, I guess not . . . How long have those Great Ones been on your world?"

"Since time out of memory."

"So they have always been a problem."

"Yes."

There is another moment of silence as the pile of leaves continue to burn and Riveria tends to them with her magic.

"Just how long did it take you to kill these Great Ones?" Riveria asked.

"Overnight," Jonah answered.

"Given the might of these Great Ones, it is a miracle you managed to kill them without having permanently lost your mind."

"Actually I did earlier on but I healed; though the scars still remain as was obvious to you."

Riveria gives him a look of pity, of which Jonah takes notice.

"What's wrong, Lady Riveria? Does my answer trouble you?"

"It reminds me of an opponent I had a brief encounter with," she answered in a bittersweet manner. Then with a frustrated sigh. "I don't know why I mentioned her. It's not like I'm trying to compete with you, Mister Theron."

"My experiences tugged upon the memories of your experiences, I get it. You referred to your foe in the feminine sense. I went to the Guild Library and read up on the lore of this world. Were you referring to Alfia per chance?"

"Yes. Gareth and I accompanied the Astrea Familia down to the Eighteenth Floor where she was waiting for us."

"The Eighteenth Floor? Isn't that where that town, Rivira, is located?"

"Yes."

"Do continue."

"There was another problem elsewhere in the Dungeon that required mine and Gareth's attention, so the Astrea Familia were the ones to confront her. They later told us about their battle with her . . . It lasted for hours and the whole Floor was turned into a lava field."

"Given how beautiful that Floor looks, I never would've guessed that such a battle had raged down there."

"That's because the Dungeon can regenerate any damage done to it. And you would've never guessed that Alfia was suffering from a terminal illness that she had her entire life, and almost won."

Jonah gives Riveria a wry expression.

"What is it?" She asked, then gives him a subtle smirk. "Did that tug at your experiences, Mister Theron?"

"Alfia's illness almost parallels mine," Jonah answered wispfully. "The only difference is that I was cured of mine."

"I guess illness is a good incentive to get stronger."

There is a moment of silence as they watch the leaves burn and Jonah snickers.

"What's so funny?" Riveria asked.

"You went back to calling me by my surname rather than my given name," Jonah answered in a somewhat whimsy. "Why?"

"It was merely to get you out of that flashback. We Elves are formal with names and don't casually call others by their given names, especially if were not familiar enough with them."

"I see . . . Now there is the issue of Tiona. No doubt what happened last night has become the talk of the manor."

"Yes."

"I don't understand. First I fought her and held her hostage, then she beat me, though half-heartedly, then she became friendly with me. And finally, she tried to seduce me."

"She is an Amazoness."

"An Amazoness?"

"I take it Amazonesses do not exist in your world."

"Ah, no I guess not, but what of them."

"They are an entirely female race that can mate with the males of any race, Human, Elf, Dwarf, Prum, Beastfolk, but will always birth pure Amazonesses."

"That's interesting, but what does that have to do with Tiona's sudden affections for me?"

"Amazonesses are prone to becoming attracted to males who defeat them in battle."

"Ah, so that's it. But what about her sister now? How come she hasn't become attracted to me?"

"That's because you didn't actually defeat her. And besides, she has feelings for our captain."

"Because he defeated her in a battle way back when, right?"

"Right."

Riveria looks up, as does Jonah.

"I believe it is midday, Mister Theron," she noted.

"Yeah, it seems that way," he answered.

"I'll see that you get lunch."

"Back in my cell of course."

"Of course. Ice." As she gestures at the now smoldering ash pile, causing a patch of ice to grow over it.

For a distance on the manor, Alicia watches along with two more Elves, a male and a female.

"So far Mister Theron is behaving himself," Alicia said.

"I still find it so hard to believe that the daughter of King Larfal just goes along with this!" The male Elf protested.

"Lady Riveria is more tolerant of these situations than any other High Elf would be," Alicia said. "And besides, all she is actively doing is setting a fire to the leaves that Mister Theron piles high enough."

"What I don't understand is how that Human just simply goes along with this," the female Elf noted. "He is obviously a very powerful Human but he simply goes along with this like a menial servant."

"He must be setting us all up somehow," the male Elf said.

"Or he could be very honorable," Alicia said offhandedly.

Riveria leads Jonah back to his cell where he places the rake outside next to the door for later. He is given a lunch consisting of cheese, bread, a carrot, and water to drink. Afterwards, Riveria returns to oversee him once again and he returns to work.

Later on, another visitor comes by.

"Hello Eina," Riveria said.

"Hello Riveria," Eina answered.

"Come to check up on me, I take it?" Jonah mused.

"Yes," Eina answered. "How are you being treated, Jonah?"

"As you can see, I'm being put to work throughout the place," he answered. "It was Bell's idea actually. Although at first, Loki let Bete, Tione, then Lefiya take their frustrations out on me in front of everyone."

"What?!" Eina gasped.

"Now, now, Mister Theron," Riveria reprimanded mildly. "Loki did give you a choice."

"She knew the gist of me and my world and yet she dared asked me to bow and beg forgiveness?" Jonah growled. "That choice was a pointless gesture, Lady Riveria."

Riveria sighs. "You've been here long enough to understand that the gods of this world are nothing like the gods of yours. In fact, many of them are nothing but helpful. Take Demeter for example, her Familia is responsible for the food this city consumes, like what you're been fed. Then there's Loki herself. I mean the fact that she's permitting you to do this work must mean something to you, right?"

"I concede your point, Lady Riveria," Jonah sighed. "But it's just that Loki's personality is similar to a Great One's. The only reason she doesn't go all out like one of them is that she's forbidden from using her power, right?"

Riveria smirks. "Can't argue with you there."

"Um, excuse me," Eina fretted. "I hate to interrupt your debate but I just want to ask how you're feeling now, Jonah? I hope they didn't hurt you too much."

"Don't worry, Eina, I am much tougher than I appear," Jonah assured. "And besides, Lady Riveria injected me with one of my blood vials afterwards without Loki's approval. Before their beating, she even gave me a drink of water, again without Loki's approval. She is a kind lady." As he looks at Riveria.

Riveria blushes.

"Yes she is," Eina said. "We travel to Orario together."

"Eina," Jonah next said.

"What?"

"I apologize," Jonah sighed.

"For what?" Eina asked.

"For making you angry at me," he answered. "You're a kind woman and you shouldn't have to get angry."

"Aw, Jonah, that's because I was worried for you," Eina said tenderly while touching his shoulder. "I wish it never turned out this way."

"This all started with your confrontation with Bete back at the Hostess of Fertility," Riveria said to Jonah. "Why did you confront him, Mister Theron, when you could've just ignored him like everyone else?"

Jonah takes a deep breath and sighs.

"It's because he reminded me of a fool I knew," he answered bitterly. "He was an arrogant pompous buffoon who thought he had all the answers! He thought he was invincible! He thought he was the most manliest man alive and looked down his nose at those who expressed caution, viewing it as a sign of weakness and cowardice! But this fool was really just a sad and scared little boy inside!"

"He was you," Riveria challenged gently.

The Moon-scented Hunter winces.

"When I heard Bete mouthing off like that, it was like hearing my old self once again," he admitted. "And the more he kept talking, the more I kept hearing myself . . . I just snapped."

"How did you overcome your old self?" Eina asked.

"First by getting a disease that could eventually kill me, then by dying thousands of time," Jonah answered. "No, not dying, getting slaughter. I was slain in so many ways, not all of which were quick mind you. Of course, the Hunter's Dream would keep bringing me back each time."

"I can't imagine what that must be like," Eina gasped. "Being resurrected time and time again after getting killed."

"It was because I was so . . . so Bete-like that I kept getting killed," Jonah said. "At some point I wised up. The less of my older self I was, the more clear-headed I became and the less I kept getting killed."

"Arrogance is a dangerous state of mind on a battlefield," Riveria said.

"It sounds like you've been at this for half your life, Jonah," Eina said.

"You would think so, Eina," he said. "But it was actually overnight. After my resurrection, I would return to Yharnam. However, it was always back through time in my body, up to a convenient point before the incident that got me killed."

"Such a quick but painful way to gain experience," Eina said empathetically. "Well . . . I only stopped by long enough to check up on you, Jonah. I'm glad that you're being allowed out of your cell."

"Yes, and thank you for doing so," Jonah said.

Eina steps forward and hugs Jonah, of which he returns.

"HUGS! HUGS! I WANT HUGS TOO!"

"DAMN IT, TIONA! NOT AGAIN!"

Riveria, Jonah, and Eina look to see Tiona come bounding over with a furious Tione in hot pursuit.

"Not again," Jonah sighed upon letting go of Eina as she lets go of him.

Tiona is upon them and once again wraps her arms around Jonah, only this time Eina is included, causing her to wince in pain.

"Eina doesn't have a Falna!" Riveria shouted.

"Ooh, I'm sorry, Eina," Tiona wailed upon letting go with a look of shock, then gets in between Jonah and Eina. "I'll hug Jonah instead since he can handle my hugs!"

Tiona continues hugging Jonah once again as Eina gasps and rubs her sides.

"Tiona, quit doing this!" Tione scolded upon grabbing hold of her shoulders and tugging.

"But they were hugging and I wanted in on it too!" Tiona protested as she looks back at her sister while still having her arms around Jonah.

"Tiona, let's go!" Tione snapped as she attempts to pry her off of Jonah then glares up at him and points. "And you're not helping any, Mister Theron, because you're not discouraging her!"

"Hey, hey Jonah," Tiona said while looking up at him. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven."

"There you see, stupid Tione? He's much younger than our Captain," Tiona quipped back at her, then sticks her tongue out.

"Now listen here, you overgrown child!" Tione snarled with a grim expression. "Our Captain is a decent and wonderful man! That's why I'm pursuing a relationship with him!"

"Only because he-" Jonah quipped.

"Shut up!" Tione interjected, then to her sister. "But if you're gonna pursue a relationship with a man, it's not gonna be with him!" Pointing ardently up at Jonah. "He's unfit!"

"She has a point, Tiona," Jonah stated dourly down at Tiona.

There is a moment of silence.

"There, you see?! He admits it!" Tione exclaimed triumphantly at her sister as she points ardently up at Jonah.

"But Jonah, you're a good man," Tiona whined as she snuggles into him.

Jonah sighs as he scruffs her hair.

"Tiona," he said softly. "I was informed about you Amazonesses, especially about your kind's tendencies to pursue men who bested them in combat. I never meant to encourage your affections toward me. I'm sorry I did that. Hey, Tione," as he regards her next.

"What?" She growled.

"Why does your kind fall in love with men who defeat them?" Jonah asked. "Does that not cause your kind so much pain? I mean, what sort of a man returns the affections of a woman after he beats her down? Not a good man, I can tell you that right now."

But Tione's answer is to shout in outrage as she lunges forward and successfully pries Tiona off of Jonah, causing him to pratfall. Tione towers over Jonah with a wrathful expression while firmly clasping Tiona by her arm with her left and raising her right fist as if to strike Jonah.

"SPARE US YOUR PITY, YOU SWINE!"

Tione vehemently turns away and jerks Tiona along by her arm.

"Stop this, stupid Tione!" Tiona protested.

"Shut up!" Tione barked. "Any man who admits he's no good, is no good! Now move your ass!"

Jonah, Riveria, and Eina sadly watch as Tione continues dragging Tiona along.

"You shouldn't have asked her that question, Mister Theron," Riveria said flatly. "It only bought to light the painful truth of her affections for our Captain Finn."

"That he won't return them," Jonah said softly.

"No," Riveria sighed.

"Ah, listen," Eina spoke up. "I have to go now."

Jonah and Riveria bid Eina goodbye as well, and Eina walks away. Riveria looks to the fire to see that it has been reduced to smoldering ashes.

"Ice," she said casually while pointing at it with her staff, causing a patch of ice to form over the ashes.

"Come on, Mister Theron," Riveria said. "You have more work to do before sunset."