After they all had a hearty meal in Molto Affamato, they waited for Ivar to pick the others up. As Amon, Gregory, Nevin, and Lilith stayed behind, Sicily went to the guys and requested of Lilith's safety as if a mother hen worried for its chick.
"Promise me you'll look after Lilith?"
"Yes," Nevin answered, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"You guys won't stay out too long, right?"
"No." This time, it was Amon who answered, letting out a sigh at the same time. "Sicily, you don't have to worry. There will be four guys—immortals at that—with her."
"But—"
"Geez..." Gregory scratched the back of his head. "I know that we just met now and making this comment may seem inappropriate for me as if I'm intruding, but... you know, even us guys find you too much to—"
"Hush!" Sicily interrupted, narrowing her eyes at him. "I didn't ask for your opinion."
