Ciara couldn't help but smile. "Ooooohh... Papa's doing Magic." She teased lightly.

Eric chuckled as well, then paused, "... you know... that's not a bad idea... I wonder if I could learn a little magic?"

"Maybe. I'm sure once Miss Ambrose is up and going, she'd love to teach you some. She's the best magic teacher I know."

"She is going to be alright though... right?" Eric asked, looking over at her again. He didn't like the sound of what she went through with her soul. That didn't seem like a good thing...

"She'll recover, in a week or two." Her grandfather appeared beside the bed and CoCo jumped onto his shoulder.

"That's good to hear" Eric almost moved to get out of bed, except at that moment he realized he was not wearing clothes... because they had been torn apart. So he stayed under the covers, "hello. I'm not sure we have really met... um..."

Ciara quickly got up and walked a few steps away, coughing lightly. She's almost seen his... oh my.

The older man chuckled and with the clap of his hands a pile of clothes appeared in his hands. He placed them on the bed and pulled the curtain around the bed. "I am Celeste's Grandfather, Wilson Ambrose, and head of our family..." He got rather close to Eric's face, "You look rather young for someone so old."

Eric cleared his throat, "Older than I was, younger than I am." he replied cryptically, though entirely in truth as he reached for the clothes, "Thank you for the outfit."

"Not a problem... Now..." He sat down on the bed, drumming his fingers on his wooden staff like crane. "About my granddaughter..."

Eric hesitated a little awkwardly, he wasn't too sure where this was going. "... I assure you, I have never meant her any harm..." he replied carefully.

"And it shall remain that way." He said very sternly, "Ceres is a very powerful being. Certain people would seek to use those powers for evil..That kind of power could implode a world... Which is why." He stood in front of Eric, and even though he was much shorter than him, it almost felt like he was towering.

(( Umm... Menewsha says you posted but I posted last...)

"Do I seem like someone who would attempt to use her for sinister purposes?" Eric asked calmly.

"In the past, perhaps.. but time has a way of clearing the cobwebs..." He seemed to look off as a distant memory crossed his mind. "Regardless, that was no what I was getting at... I merely meant the you should keep these sort of information to yourself..."

Eric slipped on the pair of jean beneath the blankets and then stepped out of bed, looking down at the man, "I know a few things about secrets and how to keep them, even from telepaths" he replied, "You have no need to caution me." he flexed his fingers and began to examine himself. A perfect picture of a fit eighteen year old with pitch black hair and a strong set of muscles. He couldn't help but smile, now this was much better.

"Good. Just taking the required precautions..."

"I got the same speech." Ciara's voice called from the other side of the curtain.
"Ditto." Miss Turner's voice called.
"... It would seem evil forces have their eye on the girls this time... " Wilson Ambrose mumbled, pulling the curtain back with the snap of his fingers.

Eric turned his head to look at Ciara and gave a smile as he presented his new self to her, "What do you think? Not bad for an old man, is it?"

"Hmmm...." She put as hand on her hip and on a hand on her chin and walked around him. "I can see where Pietro got his looks from." She looked at his behind, "Yup... For sure." She chuckled lightly.

"Hey, I'm still your father in law" he teased as he pulled the shirt over his head to cover his beautifully perfect abs.

She poked his side, "Just admiring where Pietro got his genes..." She gave him a hug. "Tho, if we're going by physically age, Charles is older now." She teased before pulling out her phone.

Now I know where you got your good looks from... prepare to be attacked with sexy kisses when I get home. <3

Eric rolled his eyes, "He can have the age. It's never what you expect it to be. I haven't felt this good in years" he stretched, then with a grin he hopped onto his hands and started walking around on a hand stand with ease.

Ciara grinned and cheered. Miss Turner clapped her hands.

Mr. Ambrose went over and sat beside Celeste's bed and sighed.

Be prepared to have them returned in like Pietro texted back.

Eric rolled back to his feet, it felt good to be so strong again-but Celeste had suffered to help him recover and that didn't really sit right in his stomach. He walked over to Mr. Ambrose, "I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to help?"

Ooohhh. You're such a sweet talker. She texted back. The things I'm going to do to you... ;P

"Stay by her side and wait..." He brushed her hair out of her face, "If it was anyone else... they would remind in a coma forever...Picture yourself in a cave, there's no light, no sound and in that darkness you have to find the pieces of your soul."

Celeste shifted and her breathing increased as her hand seemed to reach out. "I'm here sweetie." Mr. Ambrose took her hand and she calmed down a little bit.

Eric frowned, pulling up a seat on the other side of her, "I had no idea that I'd put her through so much"