Aven nodded, understanding her exhaustion. He stood from the bed, leaning down for one last peck to her cheek. "Alright, rest up, my love. I'll be back after I gather some information about this place. I'll see if I can bring back some food as well." He waved with a smile as he exited the room.

                                                                                  

Gathering information, surprisingly, was not a difficult task whatsoever. He found that the area was very peaceful, the people open to talk about most everything without reserve. It took him some getting used to, to be sure, having grown up in a country where any given person had a family of skeletons in their closet, and more than enough reason to lock the door and throw away the key, not mention a serious precaution around anyone asking questions. 
He wondered, could Connloath have ever been like this city? So open, so welcoming, so accepting! Shaking his head as he strode down the street, Aven concluded that was impossible. He was beginning to believe, deep within his heart, that their travel to this place was not a tragedy, but a blessing. 
On the way, he had stopped at a jeweler, selling off a silver ring he'd forged from Dark Matter, having eaten at a small tavern. He supposed it would be enough for the time being, to secure a room for the night and compensate the healer's clinic for their services. After that, he headed back to the ward Hakon was staying in, entering the room with a small burlap sack, food inside that was still warm due to him insulating the interior. "Haki, I'm back!"

Hakon sat up with a start as Aven re-entered the room, obviously much stronger but clearly on edge. She looked at him worriedly, swinging her legs down from the bed, using the thin white sheet to cover herself as she gazed at him anxiously, immediately reading his face,"… It's really that good, is it?" She murmurs, seeming surprised and somewhat pleased. She reaches out to him, cherry lips slowly forming into a smile," My Aven- is that food I smell? You shouldn't have but I'm starving…" she sighs faintly, it seemed she thought he had stolen the food.

Nonetheless, in his absence it seemed she had rested well, her platinum blonde hair sticking up on the back of her head rather wildly as she looked at him with a faint, affectionate smile.

Aven nodded, making his way over to the bed, chuckling at Hakon's bed-head. "Iria is a wonderful city, unlike anything I've seen before. The people are open and welcoming, willing to help a stranger like me without a second thought." He held up the sack, opening it and releasing a small puff of stream from the inside, the smell of cooked beef filling the area. "As for the food, I did a bit of thaumaturgy to earn some money, there's no need to worry." He winked, setting the food down on her lap. He reached over and ran his hand along her hair, smoothing down a few stray follicles, before kissing her cheek. "Eat up, Haki, we've got places to go and things to see!"

Hakon inhaled, her stomach immediatel growling at the sweet, familiar scent of red meat. Ah- she felt like she could eat an entire cow. Exhaling faintly, she moved over in the bed to allow him to settle beside her, one of her hands resting idly ovef her stomach as she rested the sack gently upon her thighs, the heat of the meal warming her thighs as she began to eat slowly, chewing the savory meat with a soft sigh of contentment.

" Are you sure we are not dead, my love?" She asks, looking at him with a serious expression," I mean- ah… This is all too good to be true- the people are so kind, we'll have children, the sheets are soft and Ansgar forbid the food is to die for." She slumps slightly forward, her whispy, platinum blonde hair falling over her face in a veil," Ah- I hope we are not dead, my love,"

Aven laughs brightly at the idea. She was absolutely right, in most respects, it seemed too good to be true. Then again, pondering the the country they'd grown up in, the more he thought about it the more he began to realize how utterly horrible Connloath had been. Most of the nobles were monsters, too corrupt with power and the allure of money to care about the well being of their people, and nearly the whole country was willing to turn a blind eye to what would be considered genocide in most places. "No, we're very much alive: remember, if we'd passed on, I wouldn't exactly be there, would I?" He nuzzles against her side, snuggling up close as he can without interrupting her eating. "Perhaps, it's simply that Connloath was that broken a country, that any normal place comes off as extraordinary?"

Hakon smiles and laughs under her breath, almost slipping off the thin cot as he snuggles close. In response, she wraps her arms about him, popping more strips of the sweet meat into her mouth, chewing- savoring the flavor that flooded her tongue. It was cooked and cut just correctly for the meat to all but dissolve upon her tongue. She wanted to groan with happiness but knew it would probably cause him to blush and squeal-ah how she loved how flustered he got. She smiles and nuzzles his pure white hair, murmuring," You're probably right- ah…" she trailed off, her memories of Connlaoth already growing rather fuzzy but… The bad ones remained stamped upon her mind. Oh how relieved she was their children would not be raised in a place of such fear and fury..

As her mind wandered, her hand rested over his, brushing over his knuckles gently.

Aven turned his hand to grasp Hakon's, his other arm wrapped around her, hand gently running up and down, massaging her weary limbs. He could tell she was enjoying the meal, seeming to be pondering something. "You know, it's possible the child could be a mage," He teased. "If so, you can bet I'll be teaching them all about magic and the universe."

" Ah- that would be wonderful," she murmurs, sighing happily as her free hand brushes over her stomach idly before looking up at him," Lets be sure there are not any anti-magic cults here first- if there are, I will wipe them out." Huffing gently she looks up at him once more," My dear Aven, can you teach them of the universe? Do we even understand what happened to us?" She asks vaguely worriedly

Aven chuckles at her assertion. "I'll be right alongside you in that endeavor." Then, however, Hakon posed a surprisingly harrowing question, one that Aven did not immediately answer. Certainly, he could teach magic, but did he know enough about the universe to educate? After all, he'd been caught off guard by the Void, and in this new world, there could be countless other phenomena and forces that he was unaware of. Such a concept worried him. He needed to be as strong and knowledgeable as possible if he was going to be a…. Aven swallowed. A father… if he was going to help raise a child, he was going to need to be prepared. 
Strangely, as if on queue to his desire, he felt a presence, almost as if someone were watching him, reading his desires. Could that be the God I was told about?
"I have a slight clue, but I can't be sure. You bring up an excellent point, my love, there is so much I still need to learn." He turned, stared into Hakon's eyes. "There's something I heard that you should know, Hakon. I heard there are Gods in this realm as well, but these Gods, they can be met, conversed with, not just prayed to."

She blinks and stares out him,"… Are you…. Sure?" The whole concept seemed utterly alien to her, all her life she had prayed to a faceless God who's hand and fist she had commanded. A creature thats existance was highly questionable but for the responsibility that belief laid upon her and the curse of His heavy handed policies. She lay back, staring at the ceiling before pressing her hand to her forehead," If we meet a God, we should ask them why we are here- but until then-" she sits up and swings her legs off the bed, cradling him lovingly in her arms as she kisses Aven's cheek warmly,"- I will need to find work and we need a place to stay, dearest-"