"Just...don't overwhelm yourself. It's a big castle." he replied, genuinely concerned that the castle would get the best of the young man, though he looked fairly fit. "Let me know if you need anything, alright?"

Daemon nodded. "I will, though i will warn you right now that I don't think i'll get much done. I can't really move my arm too much or too high.. So.. yeah."

He smiled weakly and then went over to where the mop and broom were leaning on the wall. He picked up the mop and placed it in the bucket before he grabbed the broom in his left hand. He grabbed the soap and dropped it in the bucket with the mop and then put the feather duster in after. He nodded and picked the bucket up by the handle in his right hand, having the mop's handle lean against his shoulder. On his way out, he picked up the dust pan and made his way out.

"Tell me if I'm not cleaning something how you would normally if you happen to see it."

With that, Daemon went into the kitchen to fill his bucket with water.

Vladimir watched him leave the closet. This wasn't such a bad thing. He rarely met a human that would do something so kind for someone else, especially in the injured state that was in. Vladimir walked out of the closet, shutting off the light and gently closing the door. He looked toward the kitchen hearing Daemon filling the bucket with water. While Daemon was busy, he figured he'd better stock up on blood...lest he hurt the lad worse than he was. He walked into the doorway.

"Daemon. I just remembered that I have to get something in town. I should be back by noon. Is there anything you would like?" Vladimir asked.

Daemon turned the tap off when the bucket was half full and put some soap in before he started the taps again, letting the rushing water fill the bucket with suds. He nodded and pulled the bucket from the sink, wincing when his arm wound sent a pang of agony through is system. He put the bucket on the floor when he heard Vladimir say soemthing about leaving to the town. He thought about it for a second.

"Ah, No. I think I'm good. I don't believe I lost anything when I fell..."

He smiled at Vladmimir before he put the mop into the sudsy bucket and wrung out the excess water. He started to mop the kitchen, seeing as it was just used and he probably dropped crumbs or other food particles onto the floor.

"Did you want me to make lunch before you got back?"

"If you feel up to it. Don't stress yourself, Daemon. I'll be back as soon as I can." Vladimir replied. He heard the wince. He almost didn't want to leave Daemon alone, but he knew if he didn't he might lash out at the poor young man. He walked away from the doorway and walked over to the coat tree where his black cloak was and he slipped it on, pulling the hood over his head.

Daemon watched Vladimir leave before he gave out a long hiss.

"Fffffffffffffffff-uck! Oh goddess my fuckin' arm.."

He rubbed at the sore wound and used only his right arm to mop the floor, which wasn't an easy task since he needed to wring out the mop. He sighed heavily but continued to mop the floor until he was sure it was clean. He moved on to wiping down the counters and the tops. He carried the bucket into the next room where he mopped the floors and avoided getting the rug wet. He grabbed the feather duster and moved into the living room where he gently dusted all the paintings so he didn't knock them over.

Vladimir left the castle and walked around to the stable where a black horse with a night black mane waited him. The horse had scars from his face to his flank. Vladimir opened the rusted gate and walked over to the horse. He gently ran a hand along the horse's muzzle as the stallion pressed the flat of his face into Vladimir's chest. "Morning, Nightwing. Ready to ride into town?" he asked as he gently brushed some of the horse's mane which hung down the center between his eyes to the left. The stallion gave a nervous neigh.

"I know, I know. But, they don't hunt during the day, remember? Please..." he softly pleaded. Nightwing gave what sounded like a sigh of defeat. Vladimir smiled and walked away to grab the saddle and he laid it ontop the stallion's back before hooking if firmly to the horse's body. Next was the bridle. Nightwing fought against it a little. He never liked it, but he settled into it and bit down on the metal rod as Vladimir hooked the belts and the reign to it. He preferred bareback.

Vladimir mounted the strong stallion and bent his head down as Nightwing strolled out of his stall before Vladimir slowly got him into a gallop away from the castle and through the woods into town.

Daemon finally finished his duties in the living room. He took everything upstairs to see if anything needed mopping or dusting. Which some things needed, but not very much. He mopped mainly bathrooms and he dusted most of the furniture. He smiled and wiped his forehead since he was kind of straining his body. He nodded and went back downstairs to empty out the mop bucket. He then went back to the closet and looked around for a vacuum unless Vladimir didn't have one. He blinked and realized he could probably sweep the carpet clean, though that would take a bit. He shrugged and left the carpet as it was. He went to tend to the curtains next. He was honestly tired. His wounds ached and when he reached the living room, all he could do was lay on the leather couch. He sighed happily and put his right forearm over his eyes.

"So tired...."

Vladimir returned with saddlebags full of blood bags and got off his horse slowly. He pulled the saddlebags off of Nightwing once reaching the saddle and he removed the saddle as well as the bridle. He left fresh feed and hay for hi stallion before walking to the castle while carrying the saddlebags, having closed the iron gate. The doors creaked open upon his approach once again. "Daemon, I'm home!" he said upon entering.

Daemon jumped when he heard Vladimir call out to him, causing him to fall off the leather couch and only the floor. He yelped and landed on his left arm, causing his wound to throb in pain. He whined and then managed to get himself onto his knees before he got to his feet. He walked out into the main entry way and smiled at Vladimir. His neon greens lighting up.

"Welcome back.. I finished cleaning.. oh yeah.. But i didn't get to the curtains. Or to lunch."

He looked down at the floor, still rubbing his throbbing arm.