Once she's mostly asleep, Raphael shifts her from his knees to his shoulder, tucking her head under his chin, holding her easily with his arms wrapped around her. That Donnie didn't have children, that Raphael has spent so little time with humanity in thousands of years - it says much just how much he has been here, just how much his instincts where will honed, that he so easily, naturally can move her around.

The people here lead brutal lives, really. The very rich do not, but even then - they are held hostage inside their fortresses every night. This is not a kind place. And kindness makes a difference.

He glances down at the girl.

I'll fly her home soon.