Kieran was trying to get to his point and Anabelle was curious but trying to keep her distance, her guard up. He began to recount what happened. He mentioned he was hurt, badly hurt. And that he hadn't gone to the hospital, which from the sounds of it, was somehow out of the way. Of course the question of calling for help came to mind. A cell phone could have easily helped transport him from one place to another while doctors and medics worked to keep him stable. Before she could voice her questions, they were interrupted by the arrival of their food. The wave of confusion blew by quick as she began to eat, though not too fast, the food was hot and she was with someone, she didn't want to be rude. The boy began to speak again and she set down her fork and sat up a bit more. His tone remained just as serious as before and the waves of uneasy emotions came back over her. Something was off. He told her that he knew people like her. What did he mean by that? He then began to ramble, a series of questions tumbling off the edge of his lips as she found her stomach begin to churn. She felt sick. Her every instinct was telling her to leave, get up and run away. A healer wasn't known for enjoying confrontations or negative emotions. Ana always thought she was just passive by choice, not by nature. He calmed himself and mustered an apology. "I um..." Her mind was still spinning, trying to dissect what he was going on about. What she did? Did he know other nurses? Or did he mean people who had weird abilities? She felt guilty all over again. Her mother would be furious with her. She licked her lips and quickly took a big drink of tea, trying to collect herself. "I don't-I-I." She didn't know if she could trust him, or if she even should. Her first response was to deny what he was talking about and walk away but a part of her, deep down, thought that maybe he had answers, answers which her mother refused to give her. She could try, right? "I don't know who you are or what you think I am but..." She sighed shakily. "I don't know what I can do...what I did to you was...was something that happens rarely." She tried to tell Kieran. "I just live with my mom...I don't have anyone else." She told him. His words repeated in her head. He had asked what she was doing here, where else would she be? "I don't know what you want from me." Anabelle frowned, not sure why he wanted to bring this up. She had been raised to believe it was taboo. Something bad, something very unknown. "Are you...are you saying that you might be able to help me with whatever is going on?" - - - Her comment was a joke, likely. But it was a serious issue to him. Entering the mind of anyone but a human was risky from his point of view. There were some who might be able to control a wolf or a bird but Devon saw little point in venturing so far beyond the reality he had. He was happy with his skills and found it amusing to have Rhys tease when she wasn't any better than him. He gave a shrug and turned back to her, his lips up in a slight smirk of amusement. She apologized though, which was nice of her. He hadn't been expecting one though. "You'll find when traveling, it's best not to let your mouth do too much talking. People on the road can be helpful if you let them but if you piss off the wrong sort, you'll be killed on the spot. The last thing anyone needs is a partner who has a bad reputation." He advised and walked back over to the girl. They went to work dividing up their food, keeping what could be saved, for another point in time. He liked to keep basic staples with him if possible. Rice rarely went bad and if he had the money, he sometimes would get cured meats. For now, they should eat to build up their strength. In the back of his mind, he knew he'd need to meet up with Kieran soon and inform him of his new partner. She could be of use to them in their cause to get to the bottom of restoring the world back to its once proper glory. As he ate, he was asked about taking turns in terms of keeping watch. "I never have to worry about that, now neither do you. I can pick up on things close by, much easier when I sleep to be honest." He told her. As he finished the banana, he rubbed his eyes, growing weary already. Traveling would do that to anyone. "Currently, no." He said. "I have a friend who is in the other world right now, he's searching for someone I think." He said. "His name is Kieran and I went into his mind once and saw a blurry but promising vision. A world where magic was no longer seen as evil or bad, a world where most people have powers. I think it was created by myself, him, and two other people with different talents. We parts ways but we may rejoin soon." He said. "I think if we keep moving, I may be able to lock onto him and see where he might be. There is a town we thought about meeting up in. It's a little west of here I think." Devon said as he licked his lips and got up to get ready to get some rest. Sleeping on the grass would be much better than in a ditch. "I've met magicians in my travels but you're the first who is brave enough to join me." He smiled to her and laid back, using his pack as a pillow.