The sun had now completely set and Stefan was watching Rosiel make the beds of the guest rooms while he was sitting on a chair, which he had been doing for hours. Rosiel was very meticulous. After his brother was done straightening out the thin cotton cover with the supplied wool blanket on top, Stefan stood, went to the pile of folded sheets by Rosiel's feet, and picked one of them up.

"What are you doing?" he asked, raising a brow.

"It's for Keo," Stefan replied, arranging the sheet in a small circular-like nest on the floor beside the bed that was originally Faye's

"And what the Hell is Keo going to need something like that for?"

"Well, he's a kitty..."

"Stefan, are you really that thick?"

"What are you talking about-"

"We can discuss this later. We have a guest."

"Huh, what-"

"Shush! Just make the bed, and be quick about it. And remember - Josephine," Rosiel whispered, handing Stefan one of the smaller pillows, gesturing toward the "cat bed". Stefan took it, with a blank look, but he knew better than to question his brother. He set the pillow to one side, under the sheet, giving half of it a raised look, like a lopsided doughnut.

"All right," Rosiel said taking an extra blanket with him. "You're going to go greet Gabriel downstairs... give him some food, some drink -I've even taken the liberty of obtaining some blood for him. It's mine though, mind you, and if he wants more of it, he'd better ask permission before trying to get some. And just in case he's never had Angel's blood before, warn him; it may make him "high" because of the whole divine being thing. I know that it will give him a temperary increase in physical strength and give him protection from "holy" objects.

"I've also heard that it may protect him from the sun for a short time, perhaps an hour or two, but I'm not sure of that one. I've heard the tale from other Angels, but never a vampire; I don't regularly keep contact with them for long without killing them," Rosiel finished, tucking the blanket into a medium sized pack, made of a soft black leather, then he slung it around his shoulder.

"Why aren't you attacking Gabriel, then?"

"He's not a mindless beast, obviously."

"All right - what's that blanket for, then?"

"I'm going out. I'll need it. I should be back in a few hours. Have dinner for several people ready by that time."

"Would it kill you to tell me where you're going for once?" Stefan said, folding his arms across his chest, giving his older brother an annoyed look.

"Yes," replied Rosiel with a smile, hugging Stefan.

"What should I tell if it's ask?"

"The truth. You don't know. That way it can't be coaxed out of you."

With that, Rosiel dismissed the simple spell that hid his three large, feathery wings from site, and opened the window, then poked his head out, examing the ground bellow, to make sure that no one was watching who would notice his wings and not like noticing them.

Stefan looked blankly at Rosiel, then understanding seemed to dawn on him.

"All right. I'll make sure to have a portion of food prepared for Miss Josephine's cat, too. Where can I find the blood for Gabriel?"

"That's a good boy," Rosiel said softly. "The blood is right outside, next to where you keep your axe. I figured that Gabriel would like the taste of it better when it's cold. I have several wine flasks filled with it. They've got a black cap unlike the usual silver-colored ones, so that you don't accidently give Gabriel my expensive Damson wine."

Before Stefan could say anything else, Rosiel had jumped out of the window, landing with a muffled crunch below. Stefan peeked out of the window, to see Rosiel lay down in the snow, and spread his wings over his body. He looked like a lump of snow in the moonight, and anyone looking could tell no better.

After being satisfied that Rosiel was all right, Stefan closed the window to keep the room warm, and left the room, locking the door behind him. He went downstairs, expecting to greet Gabriel.

Once Rosiel was certain that it was safe to move without detection, he moved one of his wings gently to the side so that he could peek at his surroundings. The Hartmann's were asleep; not a single light shone in their barn or their small house. Javen's General Store was still open; he could see the old man reading a book behind his counter through the frosty glass. Otherwise, everyone else seemed to already be asleep.

The moon was out, but at the moment a cloud was covering it. Taking advantage of the moment, Rosiel quickly stood, secured his pack, folded his wings against his back, and dashed off toward the western edge of the settlement. The night had grown colder, as was shown by the crunches under his feet has he made his way, as opposed to the soft paf paf he would have heard had it been morning. This only made him more worried for Faye.

He wasn't sure if Keovari would have minded the cold or not, but he was certain that it was much too cold for someone else to stay outside for too long. He was even hoping that Barkjon had decided to call it a night and give up.

As he reached The Blue Tree, the cloud had finally moved away from the moon, and he was basked in its' silvery light. He ducked under the prickly branches of The Blue Tree, and gently touched its' trunk, letting his fingers slide on the rough surface. Rosiel let out a soft whine, and rubbed his cheek against the rough surface, making a sound similar to a cat's purr. He then pressed his lips against the bark, as if kissing it, and made his way from under the old pine.

The forest was dense enough to allow little moonlight to pass through the many branches of the trees, both pine and other varieties. Rosiel looked about him for any sign of movement. After he was certain that the only movement he'd see was his own breath and the occasional stirring of branches from the wind, he pressed on.

He occasionally called, "Josephine!" as he looked, hoping that Faye would recognize his voice, and that if Barkjon was around, he'd go for Rosiel, or run from him, leaving Faye alone.