Eden was curled up next to him again, her face buried in his chest. The spirit looked over at Sam where he was frozen. He glanced up at the screen where they watched Eden shift, murmuring something in her sleep. "So. Here we are."
"Oh, don't fret," he said easily, coming over the prison. "I won't hurt her just yet. She's my prize, you see. I'll be good and kind to her. I'll study every little behavior and habit of yours and fool her easily. I'll be you, but better. So much better, in fact, that she won't want to believe that anything's wrong. You see?"
"But look how pretty, Sam," he said, gesturing to the screen. "And she trusts you so completely. Isn't that a wonder?"
"Maybe we'll make her breakfast. She won't be expecting that. Or maybe we'll slice off her wings. What do you think?"
"In due time, Sam. In due time." Eden woke up slowly, her golden eyes fluttering open in the sun. She looked over at him, and her expression softened. "Hey," she said, her voice quiet from sleep. "What are you doing?"
"In our bed?" she asked with a small laugh, reaching up to cup his jaw with her hand, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. "I should hope so. Are you feeling better?" "Oh, look. She's concerned."
She beamed, looking up at him adoringly. "I can make you some tea. You should probably rest for today... you need your strength." The spirit studied the screen, one hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He turned to look at Sam with a smirk. "Too easy."
She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her nose brushing his. The spirit laughed and pulled up a chair beside Sam's prison. "I don't even have to do anything!"
She frowned, looking up at him. "But... you should rest," she said, standing up. "I don't mind making breakfast."
