Raymon just nodded as he prepared the sweets. He was sure there would be allot of creatures there that would give her frights. "Try not to insult them with expressions of fear." Daniel plainly stated. He set the empty glass into the sink after rinsing it out. Raymon just looked at him. "Tack Daniel. Remember she is married to our boss." He simply told the man before turning back to Contessa. "We'll work on that." He told her assuringly. He would do his best to soften up Daniel so he wasn't as rude to her. He man just kept his blank expression. "Master Daylen is up, in his study working. The wound is healed." He told the other butler before he could leave Raymon chimed in. "Perhaps you can fill in Miss Contessa about treating vampire wounds like last night before you go." Raymon had asked for her. Daniel looked at Contessa then simply replied. "No." He turned on his heels and left the kitchen leaving Raymon dumbfounded. "He will be a challenge." He told Contessa, he would have to really work with him.

Contessa only shook her head in defeat. "It's alright Raymon, don't worry about it. No need to get him to do something he clearly doesn't want to." she explained. At least Daylen was feeling better, so much better that he was back at work. She wanted to go visit him, at least to see how he was. "Excuse me Raymon. I want to go check up on Daylen, I'll be right back." she said and smiled weakly, feeling dizzy when she stood up. Maybe she really was sick. Picking up the crate, she made her way over to Daylen's study and knocked on the door before opening it and walking inside. "Hello Daylen, I see you're feeling better." Contessa commented and closed the door behind her, sitting down on the chair and setting the crate down on her lap.

Raymon just shook his head. "No it isn't Miss Contessa. He is the only one that understands Master Daylen's body and it's chances." He just whispered as she left to see Daylen. He softly sighed before taking out the pumpkins and draining them. He needed to peel them and mashed them to put in the doughs after it cooled.

Daylen was just sitting at his desk. He was reading a very disturbing book Daniel had given him. The leather binding felt dry and harsh, when he asked what kind of leather it was. Daniel simply stated he didn't want to know and left it at that. That kind of creeped him out. The ink was red, well it wasn't ink but he kept telling himself it was to keep his nerves down. Daylen just looked up at Contessa and nodded. "I am thank you." He spoke softly like always. He returned back to the book, reading it carefully. He needed to read it before nightfall and return it back to Daniel. "Are you feeling already, you look pale, are you ill?" He asked her never looking at at her. He had noticed before when she came in.

Contessa pouted slightly and sighed. "Well at least you're feeling better. I was...worried. You probably already knew that though." she said quietly. Whatever he was reading was probably very interesting because he didn't even look at her when he asked her the question. "I'm perfectly fine thank-you." she answered simply and felt uneasy. This was very awkward so she decided it was best to leave. "I'll let you continue reading. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Contessa whispered and stood up carefully, wrapping an arm around the crate she opened the door and gagged. "I will...umm...I'll talk to you later I suppose." Contessa said before closing the door and quickly headed to their room where she set the crate down on the bed and walked into the bathroom. Kneeling in front of the toilet, she threw up inside and groaned. Maybe she really did have a stomach flu after all.

Daylen would agree with that, though he tried not to think of it. The less he thought about last night and the things that happened. It was pretty close to the awkwardness of the wedding night. He looked up when she started to gagged. Daylen just bookmarked the page he was on and stood after she left. He opened his vault. Searching the shelves he grabbed the dried root and left the vault. He closed the door before going to the kitchen. "Raymon, brew this into a tea please." He told the man cooking cream puffs. Daylen was avoiding the sun spots again, which filled the kitchen pretty much. Raymon washed and dried his hands before taking the root. He started the water for the tea as Daylen spoke. "Miss Contessa is gagging, this will help her stomach." He told the man before returning back to his study. He would check up on her, however the sun was filling the hallways and it was rather hard to get around them after recovering still from a massive wound.

Contessa was breathing heavily and threw up again. Maybe the fruit upset her stomach? No, it was delicious but right now she didn't want to think about any food. She had planned to visit her parents but now she didn't think that was such a smart idea, she didn't want to worry them. Contessa made a mental note to visit eventually, well once she was better anyway. This was bad, how was she going to handle tomorrow? There would be food everywhere and strangers, food would make her vomit again and that was not something she wanted to do in front of so many people. With her real hand she was holding her hair back and with her metal hand she was holding herself steady while she vomited. This was bad, it was as if she hadn't eaten at all now. "Ughh..." Contessa groaned, breathing heavily and flushing the toilet.

After Raymon finished the tea, he sent a maid to close the curtains so Daylen could roam around the manor freely. Raymon had sent the tea to Daylen's study where he was to take it to Contessa. Daylen just sighed as he walked to the room. He could hear the toilet flush after she vomited. Daylen just set the tray with her tea on her side of the bed's night stand. He knelt down by the bed and patted the little yellow eyes creature. It yawned at him, he could see a small tooth growing in the front. He smiled softly at the creature. He had made another one but never had the chance to bring it to life. He could probably find a way to with just alchemy but first things first. He wanted to make sure Contessa was okay, that she wasn't coming down with a illness.

With what little strength she had, Contessa stood up and went to the to brush her teeth and looked into the mirror as she did so. Both Raymon and Daylen were right, she did look very pale. She looked horrible. Rinsing out her mouth with mouthwash, she spit into the sink and washed the toothbrush before washing her face quickly and drying it carefully after shutting off the water. Sighing softly, Contessa put her toothbrush back in its spot and walked out of the bathroom to see Daylen in the room. "I thought you were working." she said quietly and sat on the edge of the bed. Contessa noticed the cup of tea and looked at him, "Is that for me?" she asked quietly and cleared her throat weakly.

Daylen just looked at the bathroom door when he heard it open. He smiled weakly at Contessa. "It wasn't work. Daniel is making me read a book about changelings. I'm classed as one even though I turned myself with magic. I am Miss Claire's bloodling, it was her blood that was the key in the tonic." He simply just explained to her. Daylen just followed her gaze to the tea and nodded. "Yes, it will help with your stomach. Depending on what it is that is making you sick. Would be told by your eye color, it will temporarily change when it enters your system." He just looked at the little creature as it yawned once more.

Miss Claire's bloodling... it bothered her more than it should have but she just stared at the tea and picked up the small cup. She really didn't want to drink anything but if it would help she'd take it. "I see, well alright then." Contessa said simply and drank her tea slowly. "Thank-you for the tea." she said softly and looked at Daylen. "I'm guessing you won't be attending the gathering tomorrow?" she asked curiously. If it was in the daytime which was the most normal time for an event, then no he'd be in his study reading or working. But if it was held in the nighttime then he would probably be there if he wanted to be there anyway.

Daylen just smiled lightly. "I can read your mind, remember?" It wasn't a actually question, just more of a reminder. "I'm classed as her bloodling, however none of the rules apply to me. I'm crafted the tonic, it was her blood but I'm also classed as a starting line in mine. The original I guess you can say. He just nodded in reply. "I will attend, I always do, however it is at night. I have a lot of night base creatures as clients. Vampires, Werewolves, Banshees, Gorgons, Harpies, even Reapers." He plainly told her. He was use to them so it didn't seem odd. "I have other sorcerers, deities, demons. List goes on, not everyone shows though." He was trying to take her mind off how she felt. It was a colorful room creatures.

"I know you can. It slips my mind sometimes I guess." she replied and sighed. "You two seem really close..." Contessa muttered and pouted. Staring at her tea, she took a sip as she listened to him speak of the rules and the creatures that would be attending. "The original..." she repeated and smiled weakly. So it would be at nighttime and he would be there, well she was somewhat relaxed now that she knew that. She still wasn't too happy about attending herself, only because she was obviously sick and she didn't want to ruin everyone else's mood. Contessa knew she'd have to put on a smile even if she wasn't feeling very good. She had to attend and get to know his costumers, see what it was he dealt with and what they were like. Who knows, maybe she'd even make a friend. But who would want to be friends with a faerie?

He just looked at the floor. "We are, I grew up with her and Saria. They were my father's clients before mine." He told her, that weren't close in any other other way than family. "They're like family to me. I lost my blood family but gain a few better members." He told her softly. "Their not the creatures in the novels. Their appearance can be frightening but their really kind hearted, I don't serve ones that act the part like in the novels." He told her trying to assure her that she would be fine. Even if she vomited on them, they would be more concerned about her. Their changelings were a different story but they would behave because of their masters being present. "Miss Claire and you might actually get along if you give her a chance. Though she flirts a lot. Might make you uncomfortable but she means nothing by it." He looked at her, crossing his arms over the bed and resting his head down on them.

"You've known both of them for a long time then, I never knew this. Then again I never asked." she said and finished up her tea, setting the empty cup back down on the side table drawer. "I'm not jealous of her if that's what you're thinking." Contessa said somewhat defensively. Sighing, Contessa looked over at Daylen and frowned. "I'll be okay tomorrow really, don't you worry about me. I'll be perfectly fine I promise." she assured and hugged herself. "Are you okay though? You seem tired." she noted and started playing with her head instead. The only thing that bothered her right now was the fact that she looked hideous and she would probably look horrible tomorrow too.

Daylen just smiled softly at her, she did sound jealous but he didn't mind. He actual found that and how she was so innocent rather adorable. He knew them as long he could remember. They never aged so they still looked the same as they did when he was a baby. How could he not worry about her, she was now his wife and they barely been married before she gotten sick. "How can I not worry, you are my wife. We may not have been in love when we married but that doesn't take away my concern." He told her softly. "Miss Contessa, I may not have a medical degree but I am one of the top healers in this country. The top healer for province, even my engineering add to that. If you are sick, I wish to help." He told her softly. "And you do not look hideous. You may not be at your best due to being sick but you are still very beautiful." He told her, smiling softly as he did. Daylen was tired, he was still low on energy from the explosion last night. "As for me, I am tired. I will be until I'm fully recovered. Despite what Daniel says, I will not drink blood so recovering will take longer." He refused to drink blood, his sorcerer pride was still there and he knew over time it would fade but right now he fought being a vampire. Only substitute blood would work for him.

Of course she was jealous, some other lady apparently flirted with her husband! How could she not be jealous. Even Contessa herself didn't flirt with Daylen, she wasn't that sort of person. That, and she still was getting to know him so of course she was always nervous to be any sort of affectionate with him. She just showed her worry and concern, that was about it. She couldn't even compliment him without fearing she would cross a line of some sort. Hearing his words, a light blush covered her cheeks. It only got darker with each word he said about her. She really didn't feel beautiful at all, she felt horrible and just wanted to hide away from the world until she was better and pretty again. Daylen deserved a hug but she didn't want to get close in her ugly state. "Y-You really think that?" she asked and shook her head. "Perhaps you should get some rest? You don't have to if you don't want to though." Contessa suggested with a shrug of her shoulders.

Daylen's soft smile never left his face. "I do mean it. I meant every word." He found her beautiful from the day he met her. He was sure at one point before marriage, he even told her that. He lightly chuckled seeing her blush. "I like when you blush over compliments." He told her softly. It was rather weird for him to be open after so many years closing himself off. However he was trying for her. He just sighed lightly. "I should but I need to read the book Daniel let me barrow. Apparently Atmokinesis, the ability to control the weather is one of the highest abilities a changeling can get. It's rare just like Pyrokinesis, just as deadly. However it's not triggered as much from my emotions. Makes it harder to learn." He told her plainly. It was an interesting book, for being made of flesh and blood. It wasn't the Necronomicon, just a another disturbing book made of the same materials. He just looked at her eyes. They were slowly turning lavender. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the color. Instantly Daylen walked over and knelt in front of Contessa. He gently touched her chin to force her to look at him. "Lavender..." He barely whispered. "Your eyes are lavender." He spoke slightly louder. He softly let go of her face and weakly smiled. He needed to test something but that would be difficult at this time.

Contessa's smile on her face couldn't be any bigger when Daylen confirmed that he was being honest with what he had said. That fact that he said he liked seeing her blush didn't make the blush go away, at least now she had some sort of color on her face. "Well how can I not blush after getting such sweet compliments?" she answered and listened to what he was saying about the book and what it was about, it did sound interesting and important to read. "Interesting...so then what does trigger it?" she asked curiously. Though perhaps he hadn't got that far in the book yet. So his newest ability was just as deadly as his pyrokinesis, she could guess why. Controlling the weather sounded fun but was it really? One stray lightning bold could kill someone, strong winds could push a tree to the ground. Too much rain could cause floods, winds could cause tornadoes...it really was a deadly ability. It was probably going to take a long time to fully master it. When Daylen mentioned her eyes turning Lavander, Contessa looked at him with a confused look on her face. "Lavander?" she repeated. "W-what does that mean?" she asked. She was starting to worry but the smile on his face told her it couldn't be anything bad.

Daylen just shrugged softly. He didn't know what triggered it or how to control it when he did triggered it by accident. He was more interested in his wife at the moment to really care. He was mentally debating on if he should tell her or not. It was still to early to do test to doubt check on the results that were showing now. "Miss Contessa. I want to try something. If it works with your queasiness then the diagnosis is true. Will you trust me and drink a tonic that is horrible on all beliefs?" Asked her curiously. "If it does then I'll tell you my diagnosis. However I will still run a test in a few weeks to make sure. It is still early." The lavender wasn't a bad thing, well depending on how you looked at it. If she agreed then he would just simply start her in the tonic and go from there.

Contessa laughed softly at his description of said tonic. "A tonic that is horrible on all beliefs you say?" she repeated and nodded. "Yes Daylen, I trust you completely and have no problem drinking any tonics you make." she assured. She was very curious to know what sort of diagnosis he had formed in his head just by looking at her lavender eyes. She suddenly felt as if she were at the doctor, he'd probably take blood samples later too probably. Still early? What was still early? And what was it early for? So many questions but she didn't have time to ask him any of them, she just wanted to see what the results of the test would say.

Daylen just smiled his soft smile and stood up. "I will be my study making the tonic, it works best when it's freshly made. When you are feeling better, join me in there. If not, I can simply bring it in here." He told her before leaving the room, he didn't wait for a response. She probably understood that he wanted her to feel better soon. Daylen just gripped Raymon's arm when he was walking passed him. He had made some normal tea and cream puffs for Contessa. He just looked at Daylen as he walked backwards, questioning look on his face. "The root made her eyes turn lavender." Raymon nearly dropped the tray. "What?!" He had adjusted the tray before any thing fell or spilled. He just followed Daylen into the study, where he watch Daylen gather the things of a tonic. "I'm running a test, if this tonic works." Daylen began to say. "Then you'll have your answer." Raymon finished. It was still very early but on rare occasions some system started early.

Contessa nodded and watched him leave, then turned and looked at the empty tea cup. The tea had helped, she didn't feel as terrible as she had before but she still felt ill. Standing, she picked up the empty tea cup with one hand and her pet with the other, cradling him close to her chest as she made her way over to Daylen's study. When she arrived, Contessa smiled weakly at Raymon who was in there with Daylen. "Hello Raymon." she said softly and took a seat as she always did when she visited Daylen in his study. Contessa relaxed in the chair and let her little pet down on her lap to rest her arm, but put him. She could see a little tooth peaking out from its gums when it yawned. The poor little guy was obviously tired, maybe she'd get some rest after the test was done.

Daylen and Raymon nodded to Contessa when she entered. Daylen was filling the cauldron with a little bit of water. All the ingredients laid out on his desk. Raymon smiled seeing that Contessa's eye were currently lavender in color. "Hello Miss Contessa. Would you like some tea? Freshly made and so are the cream puffs." He said sweetly holding out the tray to her. He would understand if she rejected them, after all she wasn't feeling well. Daylen just focused on the tonic, he was crushing seeds and mixing them with whole roots in the cauldron. He had to make sure she didn't see him put in the things that would make her reject the tonic. Soon a foul smell started to fill the room as the sludge started to heat up. It was a horrible color brown with chunks in it, it bubbled thickly. Daylen added a slight bit of more water to make it easier for Contessa. He took out the ladle and filled a glass, he was making sure the chucks didn't get in. He just took the glass and handed it to her. "I can't tell you anything that will prepare you for this but I would suggest the tea afterwards. It won't take away the aftertaste." He told her softly. I really was a horrible tonic but get for her condition.

Contessa looked at the creampuffs, and even though she really wanted to eat them, her stomach was telling her other wise. "The tea sounds perfect right now. I will have to eat the cream puffs later I'm afraid." Contessa explained and smiled apologetically. Reaching for the tea, she stopped and looked at the tonic Daylen held out for her to drink. Suddenly she didn't want to drink it, the smell alone upset her stomach but she knew she had to. So without a second thought, Contessa took the glass and began to drink the entire thing. It was disgusting, it took all her strength to keep it down. When she was done, she let out a sigh of relief and smiled weakly at Raymon, "I'll have that tea now thank-you." she whispered and took the teacup, quickly drinking the tea in hopes that it would help with the taste but Daylen was right when he said that it wouldn't help.

Raymon just made face, he wanted to gag at the tonic but turned away so he didn't have to see her drink it. She was a lot braver than him, but he knew what was in the tonic. Daylen just took the glass after she was done and went to go clean the cauldron. He put up the ingredients as he spoke. "Give it a little to start working. You'll if it does." He calmly told her. He was sorting through the leftover ingredient. He would have to replace some of them. Not because they were bad or anything. He just like to refresh every now and again. Raymon just smiled at Contessa when she took the tea. He hoped it helped a little but he knew Daylen was telling the truth.