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For having something as monumental happen as being able to take on the town on his own, Cheyenne was rather nervous. Not that the feeling was alien to the child, but it was tugging at him in an unexpected direction. He liked the fact that it was so late at night, there was barely a soul in the streets; however, he wasn't sure what to do, or what to expect. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was used to being around his brother's hyperactivity -- at least he knew how to deal with something like that, and still remain out of the spotlight. Meza wasn't even with him, so he couldn't very well be lead by her... or hide behind her.

Frowning, he shook his head in an attempt to rend the thoughts from his mind. He knew he was dependent, much more than he would like to admit, but he didn't have to dwell on that fact.

Sticking to the shadows, Cheyenne was still uncomfortable about walking in the open, despite the sideroads having been deserted for the better part of an hour. The night was his domain, as far as he was concerned -- he just wasn't confident about that fact. At least he had superb night vision...

And pretty good hearing, as a matter of fact. He heard the soft murmuring of a familiar voice as it came from a couple blocks away. At least, he was pretty sure he recognized it. Feeling a little more relieved at this turn of events, he picked up his pace, eager to confirm his suspicions. Although he remained within the shadows, more out of the habit he was practicing that night, his ghostly appearance still led him to sustain visibility to those around him. He took the corner carefully, just in case he was mistaken. However, it was immediately apparent that he wasn't -- well, mostly -- and his surprise quickly evaporated into happiness. As an extra precaution, he stammered a careful, "...Damien?" Something seemed different, aside from the fact that the other spawn was not alone, which made him slightly hesitant. He stiffened in his tracks, in the off-chance he was interrupting something, his long tail wrapping around his legs.

Initially, Cheyenne was worried that his words fell on deaf ears. Was he mistaken? Or was he missing an opportunity to actually meet with a friend again? It didn't help that his muscles seemed to lock up after he spoke, uncertainty creeping into his mind when put on the spot. Moonlight, unfortunately, made quite the stand-in for a literal spotlight. Maybe it would be better if he just kept moving; it seemed like the child was interrupting something, and for all he knew, it could be important.

However, it was then that he had received a reaction, and he couldn't help the smile that flickered across his face when he was able to determine that he had been correct in his assumptions. Well, more so than that, as it was one he was hoping he wasn't wrong with. After all, rarely did it seem a friendship surpassed a single day, at least to the albino child, though the title of "friend" probably wouldn't be replaced anytime soon for most. Was that a sign that his own brother really was rubbing off on him, or only a glimmer of hope that these friends would return the sentiment?

If it wasn't for the fact that he knew better, Cheyenne may have been a little put off by the question that was posed. Well... perhaps he was a little at first, as if perhaps he really shouldn't have interrupted the stillness, as if he really shouldn't have been there. His wings twitched slightly before he clamped them to his back, an attempt to keep the tattered feathers out of the light, red eyes lowered as he thought about how far he must have traveled. "Suppose it is a little far, but nothing I can't manage," he responded, still a mite too tense to move from his station. He really didn't often travel this far, more mindful of his poor stamina, but he wasn't about to admit something like that, preferring to believe he was someone he wasn't in regards to the situation.

He managed to glance back, finally realizing what was throwing him off. "You grew, didn't you?" he asked before he thought about the words that were falling out of his mouth. At least he wasn't alone in starting off conversations with an awkward question. Wincing inwardly at it, he tried to switch out the question that was already out in the open with a different one, "Are you all right? D'you need any help?" Why was he asking that!? He didn't know how to take care of a baby!

Speaking of which... He twitched his fingers in a tiny wave to the girl in Damien's arms, "Who's that?" Graceful; really graceful.

In most cases, when a person walked up to the unguarded Cheyenne, the action had a tendency to cause him anxiety. He was nervous before then, in this case, and seeing Damien nearing him was actually managing to calm him down. It meant that he wasn't intruding as much as he had feared, and the tone of voice relayed to him was inviting. It made him smile, despite himself.

In fact, tonight was starting to remind him of the first time they had met. It had been just as dark, at the very least, and it was comforting to come to the realization. He nodded in response, "Well, truth be told, I don't get the chance to walk around at night very often. I do really like it, and it's more... comfortable." It was hard to explain, but then again, he was sure that Damien would understand most of what he meant by the word; in both their cases, they were never one for crowds.

His eyes lowered back to Demetre as he took in her tiny features beneath the mop of brunette hair, made more fair by the light of the moon. He was amazed that a person could start life out as being so tiny, and the awe materialized in a smile that never actually left his face. "Aww, she's not so bad," he remarked with a slight snicker of his own; there were worse sounds that could occur. He found himself taking note of it, in the stillness of the alleyway, that babies often were a lot louder when he saw them in public. "She seems to like you, anyway. Pretty good with kids, huh?" Maybe he was being too presumptuous on it, as he hadn't exactly interacted with a baby before to draw experience from. Even if he had had the chance, he probably would have shied away from the offer, afraid of breaking a being so delicate.

Talking to her, however, was an exception. "Hi, Demetre. What's the matter? Have a bad dream?" he asked as he was introduced, his tone pitched high. He had absolutely no idea what would cause someone so young to be so upset, save for being hungry or getting a bump on the head. He didn't even know for sure if babies really dreamed at all.

He glanced back up once Damien had brought a response back to light. He brushed the comment off, shaking his head, "Don't worry about it. I've never been good at conversation, and would probably be much worse company if I were tired as well." He could easily feel the frustration of the situation wearing on his friend, and with a note to how high the moon was currently in the sky, it was really no wonder. How late was it? "So relax. Have any idea why she might be so upset? Is it too cold out here for her or something?" he tried to bring any suggestions he could think of out in the open. He wanted to help out where he could with the problem, to make Demetre happier and Damien less nervous. The flush that appeared on Damien's cheeks hadn't gone unnoticed, after all.