Desiree looked at the spread, obviously a bit surprised. She hadn't seen that much food on one place like that, ever. It wasn't hard to guess that she was impressed. When Dean told her what he did at the end, she just shook her head.

It's ok. Really. She told him honestly.

I'm good with water. She added, since he did ask. She didn't want to use too many of the resources there, especially since he'd said that he hadn't a chance to restock.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Desiree allowed herself to be led to the table, and accepted the food. When Dean had signed what he did, she sighed lightly.

I rather like storms. She told him.

Easier to avoid being heard.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Desiree, of course, didn't say anything fo a moment before smiling softly. She knew that it smelled amazing, but she wasn't going to interrupt or insult him by ignoring what he was doing. Plus, she tended to, as well, since she'd encountered someone, another father, a few years back while she was hiding, and he'd introduced her to the world of religion.

She followed suit, letting him say his piece, and not interrupting since she realised the importance of it. She appreciated that he was, as she knew she certainly couldn't, at least not well.

After he had finished, and took the first bite, Desiree followed suit. She didn't say anything, however that wasn't surprising, at all. However, she would respond to anything he might ask, and she knew there would likely be questions coming, but didn't know what.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Desiree wasn't sure if she could eat all that he'd dished out, but guess probably half, at the very least. However, as he walked off, she felt her nerves twitch a little.

... Is he working with Deryck..? She couldn't help but wonder. Was he actually a Father?

No... he had to be, right? There... she couldn't let her fear of everyone working ith her family get the better of her. She knew that there were good people out there, people who wouldn't hurt her, but ... with what she'd grown up with, what she was living through at the moment with her family... she couldn't help but wonder.

Nothing she tried would shut those thoughts up for the moment, either.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Desiree looked almost warily at the clothing before looking to Dea, almost as if she was weighing the possibility that he'd be planning something. Every minute that ticked by though, it helped.

Her family was not known to play the long game, they went in once they had a chance. Or more specifically, her brother did, but even her mother wasn't one to wait.

... Thank you. She signed, some hesitance to her movements.

I hate to be a bother like this. I'm sorry.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Desiree nodded.

"Th... thank y-you." he said, gratitude in her voice.

Could you point me in the right direction? She then asked in sign. She could guess, but she didn't want to risk getting lost or somewhere else that she wasn't supposed to be in that building.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Desiree nodded, confirmed the directions, said a grateful thank you, before grabbing the clothes and heading off, fully intending to shower. It really had been too long since she'd last been able to bathe, and she realised that she'd need it. Walking from Stratford had taking awhile, and certainly wasn't ideal.

However, she was happy to be in a new city, even if she wasn't sure how long she'd be there. They'd found her already, after all.

Desiree made her way to the bathroom, made her way in and closed the door. She stripped out if what she had on, did as she was told and left it in the hall, before getting a shower going and climbing in.

She couldn't deny the pain at the water hitting everything, but there was a part of it that could be taking as a 'good' pain. As if it was being cleaned, and she knew that'd be good.

However, she may have been silent, but it still hurt like a bitch.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Desiree spent a while in the water, longer than was likely expected, before she finally managed to convince herself to leave. Granted, that was largely because the water got too cold for her to stay in there.

She climbed out, dried herself off and got dressed into what he'd handed her before, carefully, before leaving the room. She had no idea where it was that hecould be, but she was finding herself to be not super worried about it anymore. Surely if he was working with those that wished her harm, he'd have done something, right? Perhaps poisoned the food? Cornered her in the bathroom?

That thought was banished as soon as she thought it though. If hew as working with those that didn't like her, then surely they would have told him what she could do. Cornering her somewhere like this wouldn't be a good idea, right?

But at the same time, she didn't even know if she could do anything, for that matter. She was on holy grounds, after all. Sure, the man she'd met before, that had helped her out much as Dean was, had assured her it wouldn't be a problem, but she hadn't ever tested it.

And she didn't know if she was brave enough to, either.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Desiree didn't say anything, hesitating for a moment before taking the proffered seat.

Are they actually salvagable? She asked as she looked to what he'd been doing. She had barely even noticed how torn and cut they had gotten to be in the scuffle, so had no idea what kinda of savability they had.

It would suck if they weren't something that could be saved, but she did have some money to get some new clothing in the event she needed to.

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫

Desiree was silent for a moment, looking away. She didn't like how the truth was that it was her own family, but she knew she couldn't hide from it. That would not go well, at all.

"... Family." Was all she said after a moment or two, some hesitation to her voice. She knew it wasn't enough information, it didn't say anything, but she wasn't going to give more information if he didn't want it. She knew that she wouldn't want to hear about how someone's family was forsaking them in such a way.

Who would want to hear that?

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫