Opening his eyes, Ivan looked at his future mother. She was smiling, but he was very familiar with her happy smiles, and this was not one of them. She must has been trying to smile with much effort, but this didn't do much to encourage the time traveler, as he knew she lacked the true happiness she felt in the future in this time. "I'm beginning to think you're trying to steal all of my thank yous..." Ivan breathed out a very small laugh at his not so hilarious joke. He was tired, this was his excuse, or at least the one he would give. "I think I might take up that offer," Ivan's blue eyes followed her gesture to look at the room she was offering, thank goodness his vision was all the more restored now. "Sleeping on couches just isn't easy for men of my height." Ivan smiled as he turned his head to look at Belle once again.

That smile, however, did not remain for much longer. She was simply standing there stock-still with her eyes closed tightly. Was that one of the symptoms? Quickly Ivan tried to think of all of the signs his mother had told him in the future, but his mind simply wasn't trying to work. He needed more rest, and then he'd be able to sort everything out. "Are you alright?" Ivan asked, although he knew he wouldn't get much more of an answer other than "I'm fine" from her, but he had to ask, didn't he? "Yes...I think some rest will do us both some good." Wrapping the blanket around himself to hid his nakedness, Ivan stood and walked to the guest room, thankful that the dizziness had mostly worn off by now. He would rest and then get up early enough to leave and get started on all the the things he had to do. Step one would be to get to know all that he could about New York City as it was in this time, namely the things that weren't in the history books.

With one final glance he looked at his mother before entering the guest room, finding it very easy to fall into sleep after his head rested atop the pillow. He was safe here.

"You've no idea how much I owe you..." Ivan muttered out before glancing up to look at her face. "I will try my best to repay you." He gave her a small smile, taking the water carefully from her and drinking some to help moisten his dry throat. He was grateful for many things, but what he was most grateful for was the fact that she didn't assault him with questions about the odd situation and his somewhat strange responses. In Ivan's understanding, mothers always knew...even if they weren't mothers yet. But Belle was thankfully giving him space enough to allow him not to become a bit too suspicious with his words.

"Oh no, no thank you." He shook his head at her offer of Yakov's clothing. That would have just been all kinds of awkward, wouldn't it have? "I just need a little rest, and then I'll be able to solve the clothing issue myself." He gave another smile. Now this, this was complete truth coming from him. He had the ability to morph clothing onto his body, much like a shifter, he just needed to have a clearer mind than the one that he possessed after time traveling. Lucky for Ivan he didn't have too much longer to suffer with the worst of the affects of jumping through time. Closing his eyes he leaned his head against the back of the couch. "Thank you, again...you've no idea how really grateful I am...." He uttered out.

"You're offering to let a stranger stay here?" The question had come to Ivan's lips as quickly as the thought had sailed through his mind. "I appreciate the offer but..." Ivan wasn't so sure if he could accept it...if he should accept it. Things already felt a little awkward, or maybe that was just him? But if he stuck around her, if he was closer to her then he could gain her trust and he'd be closer to one of his goals. "I suppose I could spend some time here to get my things in order, although I have a friends place that I'm going to be watching for a while while he's away." Ivan lied again, but once again there was a little truth to it. He would be finding a place to stay at while the current owner was away, however that person he would have no connections to.

With a few more bites Ivan finished up the food she had brought him. And it was just in time because Belle's next sentence caused his throat to clench and his mouth to dry. Ivan simply gave a small smile and nodded. He'd had enough slip up moments for the night, he wouldn't be allowing another to happen.

This entire moment was going much better than Ivan had planned for his arrival. Sure he wasn't exactly keen on being spotted by someone at first, but here eating Borscht which happened to be one of his favorite meals, and safe and warm was much better than he could have hoped. It beat curling up in a cold dark alley any night. And the way this woman had cooked her borscht tasted just too perfect for him. Ivan hadn't begun to feel homesick, as he had only just arrived in this time, but he was certain if he had this red soup would have calmed him down immediately. It actually tasted a lot like his-

"I'm just a little orphan from Kiev." Ivan's chest tightened as the spoon slipped from his fingers into the bowl, his blue eyes widening as he stared down at the soup. "Oh dear lord!" Ivan bit down on his bottom lip to try and keep himself from overreacting and saying anything. "This...she can't be." Slowly Ivan's eyes trailed upward to look at the woman who continued to speak, probably having not quite noticed his inner panic attack. Even before his now almost 20/20 vision eyes reached her face Ivan knew exactly what he would see. High cheek bones, beautiful long dark hair, and sparkling blue eyes. This woman's face he had known well, and had it not been for the time disorientation he suffered he would have known immediately who she was when she first found him.

Finding himself trembling slightly Ivan reached for the spoon that had slipped from his hands into the bowl. He didn't need her asking more questions or worrying more about why he suddenly looked panicked. There was no way that Ivan could tell this woman sitting across from him that she was the one who birthed him. Ivan inwardly cursed himself for not connecting the fact that his mother had gone by the name Belle before she settled down.

Ivan had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he almost hadn't even heard the questions she had asked him. "I...umm...yes. When I use my ability I always end up naked when I arrive at my destination, whether I was fully clothed or not. It's one of the handful of drawbacks I suffer from this." There were no words to the awkwardness Ivan felt speaking to Belle. He hadn't intended to run into her so quickly, and now that the realization had hit him he found himself flustered for words. He couldn't exactly give anything away to her, or rather he shouldn't give anything more away to her than he intended. But he needed more time for her to warm up to him before he could say anything at all. He knew damn well people had a hard time accepting the fact that he wasn't from their time, and he wasn't up for much arguing with his mother over the subject. "I'm alright now though...I feel much better...this helped lots."

"Borscht." Ivan couldn't help but grin at the thought of eating that particular food. "I am fond of it myself, although I'm not particularly adept at cooking it..." "At least not as well as my mother is." Ivan thought to himself, the first wave of home sickness hitting him. His mother was the best cook ever, in his very humble opinion, and each meal had always been home-cooked and boasted delicacies from one end of the world to the other. He was well cultured, to say the least, when it came to languages and food. "I appreciate it very much, thank you...again" Ivan inwardly scolded himself that he should be more on guard, but at each turn his supposed savior did things to disarm him and lull him into a sense of comfort. How dangerous it was! But Ivan was too out of sorts and hungry to fight it much.

And his desire to resist her hospitality soon found itself at zero the moment she brought him a bowl. "I was hoping to not feel completely helpless...let me try on my own?" He responded to her question honestly as he reached for the offered spoon. Closing his eyes Ivan simply inhaled the glorious scent of the food, praying he would be able to keep it down. He didn't often eat so soon after traveling, but how could he resist this? Especially when his stomach was demanding sustenance rather loudly. Opening his eyes Ivan carefully began to scoop up some of the hearty soup up, blowing on it gently before sticking it in his mouth.

Oh the groan that rumbled out a pleased note in his throat as he swallowed. Either he had really been starving, or this woman was a master chef. Whatever the case, Ivan was blown away by how good the borscht was. "Are you Russian or from Eastern Europe? Ukranian maybe? This is far too good...do you cook it often?" The words flowed from Ivan's lips as he began to hungrily scoop up the soup, using the bread to soak up some of it before he devoured that as well. There would be no sending food back to the kitchen with this meal. And Ivan could only hopefully assume that the meal was without drugs, it tasted too good to be tainted. "My compliments to the chef." He grinned, managing to show off his rather nice facial structure even more.