Michael decided it was best to probably wait... divine figures couldn't die could they?

Divine figures died just like anyone else, though Dea was far from death. Her spirit fell back into her body as she continued to heal herself.

He waited until the next day... and when she didn't wake, he was stricken with more panic. He thought he would wait one more day.

He woke up around noon and again went out for errands, hoping she would be awake by the the time he got home.

Finally, she awoke. She opened her eyes sleepily, feeling much better. She got out of bed and decided she wanted a shower. She walked to the bathroom, showered, and got out. She dried herself instantly and paused, still naked. She wanted to try different clothes. She went back to the bedroom and started making outfits appear so she could look at them.

Michael stepped up to his door and fumbled with the keys. Before opening the door he said a little prayer for Dea to be awake at last. He stepped in, sat down his mail and walked toward the bedroom.

Dea was still in the midst of changing. She looked up when she hear the door opening.

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	Don't look at this unless you're over 16

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Michael took less than a step in, turned around, and walked out.

((18, actually. YOU MUST BE 18 TO LOOK.))

((16 is the legal age of consent. It's 16 to look))

Dea went to the door. "Michael?" she asked, walking out. She was wearing only the purple panties.

He shut his eyes tight. "Please, dress yourself..."

((18, I know. I have seen enough legal disclaimers to look at porn. -.- Did I really have to admit that here? Why the hell not?))

((Only to be safe. I say 16, so there ))

Dea was confused. "Why?" she asked.

"It's not right for me to look and stare.... sorry... I don't feel right. Please put clothes on..." Michael was really discomforted at this point.

Dea was very confused now. "I'd heard that mortals are ashamed of their bodies, but I'm a goddess. I am not afraid of how I look. And you claim to be homosexual." She didn't say he was for sure. But he'd seemed that way at first.

"I... it's just... Ok, I am homosexual, but lately I think that's changing... I just don't want to invade your privacy... which your body is private... unless you don't want it to be..." He sighed. "I will uncover my eyes if you honestly don't mind..."

Dea giggled. "Back home, many angels prefer to go around naked. Many gods do as well. Dagda is the worst. No one wants to see his body, but he shows it off anyway." She wrinkled her nose. Dagda was a pagan god who often took the form of a crippled old man with an extremely large penis.

"That's very intriguing but not an answer..." He honestly wanted to uncover his eyes... did he even remember what a nude woman's body looked like?