Recompense

It's probably nothing, but considering all this, it's safest to immediately put myself into the situation should anything go wrong. No, even without anything significantly dangerous possibly occurring, anything involving that girl was something I should wedge myself into.
On either side of me, the sleek glass buildings cascaded the sunbeams into criss-cross patterns across the alleys, themselves towered over by the shadows cast by the mountainous rim of the basin we were all running around aimlessly in.
Of course, something could easily go wrong here. 
I mean, she had managed to dash under from that vampire's legs, cackling all the way down the stairwell, and burst out into the morning sunshine like a child finally free of its parent's leash.
Anybody that saw her was a risk, anybody could report something suspicious, and if questioning ever came to pass, they would certainly remember this unbelievably perfect girl roaming with glee around the streets, almost as impactful on their memories as if they had glimpsed Björn Andrésen waltzing by as they were children. Those kinds of people don't leave a lasting impression, they leave a permanent one, almost matching the impossibility of their looks.
How easy must life be... Sure, for this girl, keeping her birth hidden would be... maybe not altogether that difficult, but would definitely pose a lot of problems, but even then, with her beauty, she could probably slip through almost any scrutinization unfazed.
Man, even with a monstrous birth, naturally attractive people have it good.
Most of Andrésen's pains came from his status as a celebrity more than anything, so even in that case, beauty wasn't the issue.
I peered around another corner, spying only the lightly rustling leaves tapping against glass windows, and the low mumbles of shopfronts beginning to invigorate under the presence of salary workers on their breaks and househusbands and wives who had woken up only an hour ago, dazed and wondering whether they should poke in for breakfast or just take the risk of eating an early lunch. A lot of them were wandering about with children, who tugged and pulled on their arms and legs while their parents furrowed their brows at the menus and signs of the places they dragged their clinging little child by.
I continued to pass by a bunch of similar scenes, marble-tipped mountaintops trailing beside me, but not once did I glimpse anybody that caught my attention.
Maybe she was disguised, wearing some oversized jacket or something, so that I couldn't spot her and drag her back home.
No, somehow, I feel like her personality is too averse to that kind of behaviour.
She would probably be trying to gloat to the whole town if she could.
...maybe that's just what she was doing.
Passing another rim of steel gates that enclosed a small park, dashing up a set of winding staircases that led from down the bottom of a street up to a series of winding alleys that opened up towards the edge of the town, strolling through the shrine ground that perched itself into a corner of the hills that begun to incline rapidly upwards, I reached a large, open expanse, pavement covering a long trail downwards from the opposite direction I had climbed up from, with boutiques, restaurants, and cafes all lined across either side. 
Of course, with so many people strolling about up and down here, always filing in and out of stores, sitting on thin wooden chairs against the side of the main footpath, this was inevitably where a person like her would draw the most attention.
Sure enough, dancing around the fountain billowing pale streams of foam towards an alcove surrounded by a set of expensive looking foreign restaurants, her large grin and smooth skin was attracting more than enough eyes to impress her image on a dangerous number of people.
Slowly, trying not to seem too agitated, I approached her, however her glee didn't recede, but rather she dashed up to me like a starstruck high schooler, and spoke through giggles "look at all these gifts people have given me!", thrusting out a handful of modelling employment cards, and even a small napkin with somebody's phone number scrawled across it.
...I don't really know what to say.
"We should be getting back now. I know it might seem fun, but, sometimes you have to balance out everything, you know? If you did this all day, it would start to seem less and less fun."
"Hah! You're just jealous! You just want to drag me back into that damp old room with that scary lady!"
"Oi oi, keep your voice down."
Scratching the back of my head in unconscious irritation, it seemed like I would have to do a little of my own ceding if I wanted to get anywhere with her.
"Fine, fine, we can go to somewhere you'll really like, and then promise we go home, okay?"
"Hmmm... If I really do like it, then I accept your proposition."
"No changing your mind, though. If I see you happy, if I see you even a little content, that seals the deal, okay?"
"I can respect a king that tightens his decrees before letting them into the courts."
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, whatever she was thinking, at least, by her latching on to my arm and humming quietly to herself, some pop song she had heard on the radio at one of the second-hand clothing stores, I guess she was at least willing to go along with it for a while.