A cottage on a hill

Wesley smiled gently, "You helped too."
He filled her bowl and then filled his consecutively. Wes was tired from the days work and he would be stiff in the morning from lifting all of the stones for the wall. Then he stood and filled their glasses with water from the well. The water was cool and fresh, like water from a spring, cool, light, and clean. Wesley wondered what he could do to help her trust him and not be so leery of him.

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The Nephilim stood and heated a kettle of water and then he sat down to finish his meal. Wesley ran a hand through his blonde brown hair and ate his soup quietly. When he was done he walked over to the kettle of hot water and washed his utensils.
"Well it was your touch that made it all the better," He said, taking her bowl and utensils when she was finished. He washed it in the same manner and then he put the items of the shelf. He sat down on the floor and stretched out his legs.

Wesley grinned at the notion, "Yeah this is my place. My parents left it for me when they vanished. Being not human makes it kind of difficult to find one's parents as people aren't generally warm and welcoming to... my kind."
This is generally when things got complicated on explaining the whole thing of being over a hundred years old. But Wes wasn't touchy about his age. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply, stretching out on the wood floor.

Wesley's arm slipped around her waist as she leaned her head on his shoulder, the warmth from her seeped into him between the thin fabric from his clothing.
"Why do they people dislike you?" Then she looked up at him with her dark eyes. Wesley sighed, a deep age filled sigh.
"The thing about my kind is we don't age properly and people view that as a lie. The healing powers drive people mad with jealousy... and there are the other things as well." Wesley waited a few seconds for a reaction before continuing, "Then the people who do figure out what we are, they try and kill us. Those people view us as an abomination."
Nephilium... people hated them for being angels fallen from grace, abandoning the goddess for greed. But that hadn't been Wesley, that had been his parents. His mother and Father.

Wesley smiled slightly, "I'm glad of that."
He closed his eyes feeling her emotions of longing and need ripple over him. Wesley adjusted his position so he would be a better pillow. He leaned up against the wall and played with the ends of her hair. It was an odd feeling. To be needed. There were few people in this world who needed him to shield them from the harsh world. Katherine thrived off such a thing and Hanna was, well... Hanna.
He pressed his lips to the top of her head, before gently scooping her up and carried her to the spare bedroom, her head still in the crook of his neck. He placed her on the cot and pulled the blankets up over her. Then he continued to his room and he sat down on his own cot and looked at the goat bouncing around and the cow chewing her cud. He fell asleep eventually.

Wesley woke at the crack of dawn, the weather was promising to be warm that day. Maybe he could get some more work done outside, before breakfast. He pulled on a clean change of clothes and his boots. Walking into the main room, he peered into Lyssa's room to check on her. Her back was to him so he guessed she was still asleep. Picking up the milking bucket he went out to the milking pasture and called the cow. The cow wandered over and Wesley hopped the fence to tie her and he crouched down to begin milking the creature. The goat came over and began to nibble at the edge of his pants. Wesley patted the goat before going back to his milking. He was gone for only about 25 minutes when he returned, stomping off his boots and taking them off before he came in. He placed the bucket on the table before going back out and hunting down some chickens. He managed to steal about 6 eggs before coming inside and cooking them on a hot stone. He knocked on the door lightly his soft voice asking, "You hungry?"
He closed his eyes listening for her emotions through the door.