It was strange, being around Felix as a boy. It was hard to imagine the man he knew as this child, who seemed... scared? No, not scared, but already world weary perhaps. It saddened him, knowing that the man he loved had such a hard childhood. It seemed even sadder when it was presented before his eyes. He tried not to think about it to much and just watch out for him, but it was hard nonetheless.

Ashura turned away from his armoire, setting down his hair brush, the black locks gleaming now. He was dressed simply in a red sleeping robe, his jewels gone and placed in their boxes - all except the ring Felix had given him, still in place on his finger.

"Hello. All showered and brushed?" he smiled at the now very much younger man.