".....yeah, sure..." Zeke responded.

He then watched her go, before wandering around, eventually finding the den and sitting down on the couch that was there.

"....ohhhh, Zeke..." he mumbled.

"What have you wandered into?" he asked himself, before pausing.

'And do you even regret it?' he then asked himself further, but internally.

He then paused for a moment, and shook his head.

"No. I do not." he told himself confidently.

If Zeke hadn't been already taken by her, he would have been at that moment.

Her body looked amazing, especially for someone that went through childbirth (assuming Olivia wasn't adopted).

He stared at her for a moment, before shaking his head a little.

"Ah, yes." he said.

"A drink! Sure!" he called back to her.

"Yeah." Zeke replied.

"Let's start with Olivia." he said.

"Whom I assume is your daughter." he went on.

"What's her deal?" he asked.

"Which is to say... is she your... biological? Or adopted?"

"..." again, Zeke was silent, as he grabbed the book and brought it back.

He then started to flip through it, seeing how happy they were in the photos.

"Well... I'm... sure he'd understand..." he told her.

"But... what happened?" he asked.

"Why... is it just you and her?"

"I... see." Zeke responded.

"That... sounds messy." he said.

"To understate it." he then mumbled.

"At least you're with her, still." he went on, trying to find a bright side.

"...but... why did he think you were a freak?" he then asked.

"That seems rather... harsh."

"..............right." Zeke responded, keeping his anger quelled inside him.

"Food." he said, changing the subject.

"You feel like anything in specific?" he asked.

"I can eat anything." he admitted.

"Ask my Mom. I was never a picky eater." he laughed.

Zeke watched her go again, before looking at the app.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"...hmmm." he mumbled further.

"Ooh." he then said, finding something that piqued his interest.

"Yep. Yep, that. And with that as well." he said further with a smirk.

"Should be good." he finished, deciding on what to eat when he found the place.

"I... yeah. I did." Zeke replied.

"Um... I can take a look if you want to." he told her.

"I mean... I AM still technically an angel... sort of..." he muttered.

"My mana might not be designed for healing, but it CAN detect negative forces and such." he went on.

"At the very least, I may be able to isolate what the problem is."

"Sure." Zeke replied.

He then handed her the phone.

"Here's what I found." he told her. "Looks like a nice Italian-Greek fusion place." he went on.

"Found something I like, too." he continued.

"And... yeah, whenever she's awake again, lemme know. I'll join you and see if I can't find what's wrong."

Zeke saw how bad the girl looked... and it broke his heart.

He hated seeing something like this.

But he nodded and grabbed the throw blanket, handing it to her.

"...." he was silent as the girl was covered, before sighing.

"Hey." he said to Olivia.

"Hi, I'm Zeke." he introduced himself.

"And maybe I can help you. Will you let me?" he asked her.