Breakfast in Bed.

[ladysmaid]

It's Dusk, and Elsie heads over to Miss Willow's bedroom -- always Miss Willow's bedroom, even when she's not around to use it -- and rolls up her sleeves.

"Miss Willow? You awake? You need a drink."

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[cats_the_musical]

Uchh, how she despises dusk!

Well no, that's a lie. What she despises is the way her throat gapes open as the last sliver of sun sinks behind the horizon, spilling blood into the bandages that she hopefully applied before the previous day's dawning. What she despises is the waste. What she despises is the way it makes her vulnerable. What she despises is that, even though he's now fully dead, she still can't escape that damned Toreador!

She rolls over and seizes the bowl kept at her bedside for just this reason, coughing the blood down into it so that it won't pool in her lungs as she heals the nightly damage.

"Good evening, Elsie," she croaks wetly.