Daemon nodded. He would bear with the pain for a while so that Vladimir would get his time out and wouldn't skip getting what he needed. "I will. Dont' worry about me." He kissed Vladiir's cheek lovingly.

"I trust you, my songbird." Vladimir replied softly.

Nightwing pulled into town where there were barely any people roaming the streets or the sidewalks. The town was small, but when the sun went down you could barely tell. The town was mostly popular for the bars and clubs rather than the stores or the landscape. As Nightwing pulled the carriage, Vladimir ignored the stares of the people who acted like they'd never see a horse-drawn carriage before.

Daemon looked around at the people. He wasn't used to having so many eyes on him at once. He moved himself closer to Vladimir and continued to look back at the people. He really didn't know why they were so surprised to see a horse drawn carriage.

Vladimir slowed Nightwing to a stop in front of a clothing store where he was sure Nightwing wouldn't be a bother and he got down from the carriage. He turned around to help Daemon down from the seat.

Daemon smiled at the help and managed to get himself steady. He began to walk to the front door. "Clothes first then?"

Vladimir walked with him, holding him close. "I figured we can get this dome first since it's closer than the grocery store." he replied. Vladimir was used to the stares by now. It was a rare sight for humans to see someone walking around in a black cloak with the hood pulled up, even in a town as old as this one.

Daemon nodded and followed Vladimir in. He smiled and held onto the man's arm, keeping himself off his left leg as best he could. "That makes sense."

Vladimir walked over to the men's section and let Daemon look around. "Let me know of there's something here that you like."

(I have no clue what's in the shop. xD)

Daemon nodded and began to make his way around the shop. He kind of limped, trying to keep as much weight off the leg as he could. He continued to hobble around, grabbing pairs of pants and comfortable looking shirts.

(Just pretend it's shirts and pants :P)

Vladimir walked close behind him, making sure Daemon didn't fall. He noticed people were still staring, noticing Daemon had a limp. He sighed softly. No one knew anything about minding their own business anymore.