Ithaya crawled out from her hole and through the cupboard into the kitchen proper. Her hair was matted and dirty from nearly two weeks living solely in the catacombs. Dried blood stained her demon claw and a freshly healed bite mark glistened on her other wrist, small pinpricks of red on her pale, mud-streaked skin. She hadn't seen daylight in months. Malkav's chambers afforded her shelter, peace, as much honey as she could eat. Well, it was mostly peaceful. There had been some kind of clamour recently, though holed up in her den in the catacombs, she knew little other than the vague noises. But, more importantly, one of the little blue-robed men that wandered the tunnels had just bitten her! It was neutralised now, but it had managed to catch her off guard and that made her angry.
She also wanted a bath.
She padded barefoot across the kitchen, Teddy clamped against her chest by her forearm, and into the throne room.