Dea watched the movie in complete rapture. It had an interesting story line. Though, how a goddess living with a young human male could fail to see his feelings for her was laughable. If Michael had any sort of feelings for her, she'd definitely be able to tell.

As the credits rolled and the lights came back on, Michael led her out of the theatre.

"Here, let's sit for a moment. We have to walk back after all." He said a little lifelessly. He was tired...

Dea nodded. He smelled very good. She wanted to hug him again so she could breathe in more of his scent. "Are you all right?" she asked, noticing his mood.

"I'm not feeling my top... no..." He was suddenly dizzy... why?

Dea put a hand to his forehead and grew worried. "You feel warm. I think we should go back to your home, now." She bit her lip, wondering what to do. If she flew him there, he might get airsick. Teleporting sometimes made humans feel nauseous if they hadn't done it before or the person doing the spell wasn't experienced. Dea didn't know what to do!

"I don't think I can... I don't think I can walk all that way..." He layed his head down on the table.

Dea nodded, getting an idea. She hugged him and made sure she had a firm hold. "Rest now..." she said in an echoing voice. A soft white light fell around them until they were the only two there. Soft feathers seemed to float down around them. Music seemed to float around them, the sound shifting and weaving in such an inhuman way that one could almost see the sounds. "We're almost home," Dea said.

Michael groaned... that's all he could do...

Dea continued carrying Michael to his home. She'd put an illusion spell on him. It took up almost all of her magic. She was still young and it was hard for her to work such advanced spells. The last dregs of her magic were used to make him lighter so she could carry him. She could see his apartment, though, and knew she could last at least until they got through the door.