Damien stopped and hugged her gently. "Zula...I'm sorry. I am so...so sorry. I wish I'd been there sooner...but there is no changing the past. Trust me. The best we can do is move on."
Zula carefully hugged him back, just trying to end her tears and enjoy the feel of someone's arms around her again. Even if this was a stranger. "Just make us safe and happy I guess, okay?" she whispered against his shirt.
"I'll try my best..." Damien promised. "I'll always try my best." He glanced at his car nearby. "Have you ever ridden in a car?"
Zula shook her head, following where he'd look with her own eyes. "No. I... I don't get out very much..." In fact, wherever they were right now was probably the furthest she'd been from home.
Damien nodded. "Well we have to take my car to get to my place. So you get to ride in a car." He took her hand yet again. "Come on.
"Okay..." Zula rubbed her eyes as she let him lead her toward his car. All this crying and stress was making her tired... "Your place has a bed, right?"
"Yes, there's a bed. I'll let you have my bed, actually. And I'll just deal with sleeping on the couch." Damien opened the passenger door for her.
"No, it's okay," Zula murmured, getting into the car and curling up on the seat. "I can take the couch..."
Damien got in on his side. "No, you're sleeping in the bed. That puts you in a safer place because it puts me between you and the door. Between you and anything that tries to come in and hurt you."
(Gotta go to sleep. Got a headache. Will reply once more for the other one.)
Zula didn't argue; what was the point? "Mkay..." she muttered sleepily, snuggling against the seat and letting her eyes close though she tried to stay awake.
[I hope you feel better soon! Goodnight~ ]
Damien put her seatbelt on her before he took care of himself and started the car. Soon they were heading down the road.
Zula grimaced as they drove along. "I think I'm going to be sick..." she murmured, curling up even tighter.
Damien provided a paper bag. "Well if you're going to throw up, do it in this."
Zula took the bag from him just in case, her face slightly pale as she rested her cheek against the window. "I've decided that cars suck."
"Honestly, from what I know, an angel who likes cars is pretty rare..." Damien admitted. "They prefer flying. Either in a plane or by their own wings."
"I haven't been able to fly much, actually..." Zula kept her gaze out the window. "I stay inside a lot. To keep me safer, they said."
"That's true, and you won't be able to fly often with me." Damien told her. "But I'll be sure to give you a chance once in a while."
Zula shook her head, though the movement didn't help her carsickness. "It's okay. I'm not very good at it, anyway..."
Damien pulled up the drive of his house. It was a small house. One bedroom, two bath, and an office that could be made a bedroom.
Zula hesitantly opened the door and stumbled out, thankful that she wasn't moving anymore but feeling ewven worse now that she was standing up. "Th-this is where you live?" she muttered, trying to get her mind off of things.