You're leading with that? I must really look like hell.

[ Saya gestures toward the open door of the spare bedroom she decorated to be as resistant of bloodstains as she could manage: dark furniture, sleek dark sheets, patterned rugs. There's a padded bench at the foot of the bed where she flops unceremoniously down. ]

I hope you're okay with this look, even after a feeding I should probably keep shifting to a minimum. [ She's backlogged after all, and she doesn't want to take too much from Evangeline. Drinking won't be any fun if she's too hypoxic. ]

Come here, then.