Night.

How long had it been since she's been there? When did she actually moved from that corner? The wrapped coat had been left in place and strangely enough she was about the cabin, patching it up. There was little to no strength but she was managing well enough. A piece of board maneuvered carefully over the hole in the wall was being banged into place by a large stone. Each sounded thud of stone to the nail made her body tense, threatening to collapse. She should of ate back then. It would be only after that last nail was hammered into place that her hand slung down, stone released to hit the ground next to her foot. All done. Not bad even by those pupiless eyes.-

Night. The shadows' cling made all but the deceptively delicate footfalls of the figure discernible from the folds of the forest through which it traversed. Cowled head down, hidden eyes of molten silver nigh on lazy in their venture across the forest floor. Not weeks ago, the figure had abandoned these trees, these surroundings that had become its home. Called back now, from that same feeling that drove her away, she stood at the very edge of the clearing which housed her cabin... a silent sentry, observing the sounds Denise heard from within its termite infested walls... with interest.

A deep, slow breath filled Katt's lungs. It was hard to do. It hurt mid-point through the drawing of air. Shaking her head she turned her eyes to the floor. How was she going to fix that. Staring blankly at the hole she slowly crept towards it and sort of just dropped herself right next to it. She wasn't sure what she was doing. There was nothing down there any longer so it wasn't as if curiosity was there. A hand reached for the hole only to draw back and raise to her mouth. Pressing into her lips there was a struggle to keep air and not cough up precious vital. Shoulders shook then relaxed with the effort and the held breath was released sharply.-

"Most peculiar..." Denise whispered dryly to herself. Grass that had just been kissed by the outside air was subsequently trampled underfoot, small emerald blades springing to life as if she had not just bestowed her full weight upon them. Upon reaching that oh-so-familiar door, her slender hand paused in its rise, only but a moment taken to collect more visual evidence of something within. Something that was sentient... "Child, is that you. Have you retrieved your dog yet," spoken whilst she shoved the flat of her hand against the door barring her entrance, forcing the crude planks to squeal and whine in protest as they swung inward swiftly.

Katt's chin rose faintly when she heard a voice. Unfamiliar and yet she didn't go for the twin-bladed sword that was resting place against her back by means of a rather unique baldric. Female. First thing that hit. Strong. With words said she was easy able to gather who it was. Truth be she didn't expect Denise to return to this place which is why she had chosen this place of all to hide. Dulled out, pupiless greens shifted to look over her shoulder towards the door as it came in. She might of actually gotten to her feet..if she had any strength.

The putrid air of the cabin was what hit Denise senses first, though just a millisecond before she registered that of a crouched figure at her feet. Shadow swathed silvers narrowed to slits behind the overhang of her cowl, finely tapered digits drifting across the wood of the door. "And just who, exactly, are you." This was no longer her cabin, though Denise was unable to ignore the slight pang of... annoyance at being trespassed upon.

Slowly her head tilted away from the woman. Strangely she felt..absolutely nothing from the female's thinned silver eyes. Somewhere in the back of her mind though..there was a reminder of someone else. Muscles coiled, telling her to stand and yet. Fully her head turned away. "No one.." It came from barely parted lips and a very strained throat. As if she had been screaming for hours and had nothing to drink.

"Hmph. Whilst I don't believe that to be your true name, if you wish me to call you such, I have no complaints." Finally, Denise let her doe skinned feet cross into the cabin, shifting only slightly so as to not barrel into the ragged woman before her. A firm brush of authoritative contact, however, would not be passed up. "You smell disgusting, like that of a half eaten corpse. What are you doing here."

Katt had been called worst so that sort of slipped off like water from oil. Hands collapsed in a bowl at her lap she stared at the hole. From it all she saw was darkness. It mimicked the cold, dank darkness she felt. Empty? "I don't know.. Fixing..your wall?" If it was still Denise's place she had no right to stay correct? Head ticked faintly even with contact. "You..are Denise?"

Denise gave a grunt, the closest sound to amusement she had recently allowed herself to convey. Other than that small uttered noise, she offered the woman nothing else, but swept her solid figure in one strong stride before the dead hearth riddled with ashes that she could just barely recognize over the stench of blood. Kneeling before it, the heel of her hand was sent down hard upon that scored floorboard, sending it up into the air at an angle to be caught and pitched aside in the woman's direction carelessly. Denise dipped low within the hidden crawlspace, digits gracing over her sparse store of materials. "You have been told of this place, correct? There is only one of whom I know that possesses such knowledge. You are an acquaintance of Toby's, are you not."

Pupiless greens watched in silence and even when the floorboard came her way she raised a milky white hand to bat it aside. The effort was enough that nearly sent her body tipping to one side. A slow blink followed and she turned her head to the wood as it danced upon the floor then fell into a place of rest. "Acquaintance..." What was she to him? Nothing anymore more then likely. "I ...don't know.." There was more that wanted to be in that sentence but it died off on her tongue.

From within the hole, she produced a nearly empty book of absurdly large matches, and tossed it to the floor. A further lean performed, and she began to toss small piles of ash aside, feeling about for the amount of kindling she had to work with. "Are you dense, or have you been beaten about the head recently? How can you not recall of you are known to another." Orange firelight flickered, briefly lighting up the harsh line of the lower half of her face, soft alabaster flesh belying the stone-like set of her hidden features. The match was pitched down upon the hearth, half charred logs arranged until they roared and filled the room with light and heat. Her attentions shifted aside to the woman, taking in her appearance for the first time now that she had adequate lighting.

Katt's eyes settled blankly upon the flames as they came to life. The dancing flames are the only thing that light her delicate, pasty features. "We..know each other. Have known each other since we were younger. However..now..he has told me to stay away from him. So I do not know what that would place me in ..concerns to him." The words flowed almost as lifeless as those eyes stared. After a handful of moments her eyes tilted from the fire and onto the figure that questioned her.

"Hmph. Perhaps I should have worded such differently. I have not asked for your life story, so as of now, it is of no consequence to me. It is enough to know that you know of the child," brushing the flat of her palm against her leathered thigh, a well placed puff of air sending a few last flecks of ash to die upon the air. The woman was not what she had been expecting to find. She was neither gangly, nor dirt ridden like most travelers who happened upon abandoned cabins usually were. Slender fingers slide beneath the lip of her cowl, drawing it back from flaxen hair so pale it nigh on matched the hue of her own flesh. Jagged bangs fell before her left eye, tracing the scar so akin to a vein cutting its way down that side of Denise's nose. "Since you seem to need special treatment with questions, I shall ask you something simple. What is your name."

Special treatment? She required no such thing. At least not to her own eyes. Eyes followed after Denise's movements. She was taller then Lisa. She also looked as if she had seen more of the field. Aside the scar she found Denise to be very beautiful. Even if her eyes looked as if they could slice through a person with a single glare. Air filled her lungs, as if to prepare for what was to come next. "I shall leave. It is your establishment after all and I apologize for intruding as I had. -Hands placed onto her thighs and pushed as she forced herself unsteadily to her feet. She wanted to at least get the wrapped up coat that was laid in the corner before she left. "Katt."

Another amused grunt squished free from her throat. Denise rose as well, though she noted it was a great deal smoother than the woman's own movements. A sideways glance across the rest of the one room gave her the last bits of information she needed. The source of most of the smell was that of the small pot still tipped over in the corner. The bed against the wall looked like it had been touched, however. She lifted her chin, gleaming silvers boring down upon the woman five inches shorter then she. "So it is you... From how the child spoke of you, you seemed to be closer than this," a dismissive gesture of her dirty hand towards Katt.

Katt might of been slightly uncomfortable under the hard gaze but if she was it didn't show at all. Spoke of her. Everything about her seemed so slow. Even when her gaze moved lower to watch the gesture dished out towards her. "I was nothing more then a headache to him. A problem." She swallowed hard, jaw flexing under the attempt to keep herself from crying at those words. For the first time she actually felt a small ting of sorrow. It was very, very small.

"Has he told you such himself?" Denise didn't move, didn't waver... a stone amidst the teaming and crashing waves of the sea. That hardened gaze only traveled across the woman's face, searching for any silent answers to her query.

"Someone we both know did. He didn't bother attempting to say anything against it. Instead he told me..to stay away from him." Her eyes remained, strangely, on the woman's hand. As if searching for something.

"I see." Beneath the layers of her cloak, shoulders shifted as if to suggest a shrug, but as Denise had started to move in the direction of the door. Another firm touch of contact sent into the woman's arm whilst she pushed forward, her blond head not turning to acknowledge the woman with any more scrutinizing glances. "You are welcome to stay within this cabin whilst I am here, and after I have departed, if that is your wish. It is also your choice if you do not do such." A sweeping turn, and her form disappeared around the corner of the cabin.

The contact was enough to send Katt unsteady to one side but this was corrected with a handful of shuffles and a hand to the wall. A confused sound painfully rose from her throat at Denise's words. Welcomed. A step was issued followed by another slow one. She was attempting to follow the other woman but stride difference was leaving her in the dust. She made it to the door in time to see the last wisp of Denise circle the corner. "Were..you hoping to see him again?" It was an assumption as to why she would return to a location even though she knew she was a hunted person.

The stockpile of wood was bypassed in favor of the small pond hidden amongst small, naked trees. Sometime during that window of time, Denise had collected the bucket that had been hiding in the shadows of the wall. Her head tipped to the side, recognizing soft sounds of speech. She didn't bother to answer until she had filled said bucket, and gathered a large armful of kindling, carrying both with her right arm and reappeared around the corner of the modest building. "I had told him such before he departed, yes."

Katt moved, weary step taken outside and away from the door, arms held out in attempts to help with the burden of the kindle. She probably shouldn't stay and damp the chance of that happening. Maybe ..one more night. She nodded a single time while thinking back on the night of their arrival. "He..was disappointed you were not here when we came. I..was a little as well." A confession that didn't need explaining unless asked. For now she set her sights on simply assisting. If her body allowed.

An obviously confused look was given down to Katt and the white arms she was extending. Denise's features remained frozen as such for several, long seconds, her gaze raking across the woman as if she was nothing more than an eyesore. Later, however, she shook her arm towards Katt's hands, sending several sticks in her direction. She then began the short trek to the wide open cabin door. "Is that so." Denise didn't pause on the threshold, merely stepped over it, her form hidden once more by the walls.

Katt's arms rose to capture the pieces of wood between her arms once they were discarded her way and she followed behind though in that slow state of hers. She simply gave an affirming sound but nothing more seemed to follow after it. If she had caught the look that Denise had shot her way it was either not noticed or it simply didn't phase her. Remaining behind the taller of the two to keep out of the way, she was like a extended shadow. Only when given the room to do so would she place the kindle where it went, a few bits tossed for the fire to eat at.

Denise's chin lowered smoothly. Instead of the bed, now, her gaze rested upon the scored floorboards beneath her feet. "That is not the point. You have survived that which has been impressed upon you. You have pulled through the Voracious Eater, and you have done the same through this altercation with that child and this Mayu woman. It is true that you cannot control that which happens to you, but have control over yourself, and how you respond," as she spoke, her cloaked form turned to face Katt, nearing her with measured steps that she normally reserved for the hunting of Yoma. Her expression would easily go along with that. "I do not wish to deem you pathetic, I sincerely do not. For then I will have to assume that the woman of whom Toby spoke, his best friend, that which has remained the same and been here for him... all of that disgusting sentimental nonsense... was for naught. And therefore, I, who have taught him instead of doing what I should have done with ones such as he... have wasted my time."

Her eyes turned onto Denise like green fire. For the first time since..well..Darkmere..She felt a lil anger rising up. That wasn't particularly a good thing. Pain and all didn't stop her from rising to her feet. Rasped voice raised sharply, cracking at one point. "Don't you think I've tried?! But every damn thing I've done has been wrong! Every time I do something and Mayu doesn't like it she gets angry at me. She grinds me into nothing and no matter what I say she has to always be right. And it doesn't matter what is said. She will make Toby agree with her if she has to or find some way to make her point look valid. I told her there are always more then one side to a situation she told me there is only one side." Her jaw tightened as she hissed. "And what you've done for him has be no such thing as a waste of time. You've helped him greatly and for that I am more then thankful for."

Denise's expression momentarily twisted into that of one who had been abominably disrespected. She did not step back, nor utter a sound of surprise at the woman's sudden surge of energy. "Then what will you do. He has told me that you love him, and whilst it's true that I do not understand, nor care to, that which is involved in human relationships, you do not sit in a corner and watch the object of said affections slip through your fingers. But that is of no consequence. I can see that this situation is riddled with emotions that I care nothing for." Denise lifted and waved her right hand, clearing the air of the words just spoken as if they were little more than dust. From her vehement defense of her tutelage of that child, she could only assume that the woman knew nothing of whom she really was. And such caused the first sneer to break the stony mask of her features, teeth revealed in a sharp knife's edge.

The look on Katt's face faded some. He had told..Denise that? She didn't know how to react to that and it showed. "Yes..I do love him. He is ..more important to me then I can ever explain. It was because of him I truly found what life was. What it meant to laugh. Really laugh. But I can't..just follow after him. He already hates me now. If I do so will only flame it more wouldn't it? He..already wishes I didn't love him to begin with..he doesn't exactly..share the same.." A hand rose to her heart and pressed those knuckles harshly. Slowly fingers uncurled and she bowed her head. "F..Forgive me..I didn't mean to upset you." It was rigid at best, stiffening herself from falling over in the mark of humbleness and respect. "I just honestly don't know..what to do. If I do follow him no doubt he would be angry." She didn't even want to think what Mayu would say... "He said..he wouldn't let me if Mayu ever got angry with me and yet..he did. He's never..stuck up for me when it comes to her..and I don't..know what to do." Her fingers clenched at her chest again. "What do I do..if everything I do is so wrong?"

Denise's own facial set relaxed to nothing more than slightly attentive. "Believe me, Katt, it takes a great deal more than emotions between others to upset me. And I regret to inform you that I am not the right person to ask for advice about matters such as these. Your story seems to greatly go along with many of my comrades'. In another world, I daresay that you would be one of us. I shall answer you honestly, however. You will never truly know if everything you do is actually wrong. It ma feel like such at the time. If you think that this Mayu woman is incorrect in her assessment, then fight it. On the other hand, if you think she is correct, and if it is something you wish to do, change yourself... so such is not true. Either way, sulking within my cabin is not within your list of options."

Granted if Katt kept on this path Denise would find she was much more like a claymore then anyone would like. Ever. The look settled on her face like she wasn't quite sure how to feel about that one even if she knew about her past and Denise did not. "And if I were to fight it. If I were to do as you say..and stand for what I believe in. She may very well turn him against me. She's already turned him against Ixora, who was very worried for my well being. And while granted Ixora didn't seek out Mayu as to what Mayu would say was easy, Ixora was places that Mayu could of very well visited. Mayu stated that Ixora doesn't care about her enough to check if she was okay. In the end..I..don't even think Toby has spoken with Ixora since. I can..can't lose him...It terrifies me. Not only because it would mean losing him..but myself. Searching him out..I am worried that would cause more problems then solving.."

Denise scoffed softly, hardened silvers rolling up towards the ceiling as she turned from the woman, presented the woman with her back and the slim hilt of her hidden weapon. "What is it about this child that is so important. I have been trying to discern such for the longest time. He is not special, he is barely more important than that of any other human saddled with the burden of living in a world such as ours. But he is less than such now... and yet," she turned once more, the edge of her cloak fanning away from her legs, momentarily revealing the trim, stiff ebon leather armor she encased her body with. "Here you stand, defending his existance. It sounds like you two women are fighting over this insignificant child, becoming enemies for his sake. I do not understand this."

It was a strange fascination that Katt would no doubt be caught upon. She had been staring at the hilt of Denise's sheathed blade. She still felt the want to test out the one that Toby had. Bloody freaking weapon junky! Her eyes snapped into attention when she heard Denise. "He is special. He's special to me. And we are not fighting over him. At least as far as Mayu would admit. She says she has no feelings for him. That she doesn't, and would never love him. And when I first met her she was very dear to me. Like ..a sister. But then ..she started getting over critical over everything. Tearing into anything I did and not caring if she hurt me or not. Hell..she threw utensils at me. If Toby hadn't moved in the way a knife would of.. " Her hand raised over her heart and pressed firmly. It came with a sigh. "He did nothing more then give her a puppy look. Anyone else would of done that to me..he would of been so pissed.." Her head shook slowly. "I am...happy he has her. She makes him happy. But it seems that Mayu takes that for me being jealous."

Both of Denise brows lifted upon her forehead and she stared down upon Katt as if the woman had misheard her earlier question. For she didn't detect an answer anywhere within that monologue. "You seem to be defending yourself against such accusations. Am I to assume that this Mayu woman in incorrect, then... But I am also confused at that which you've said. Because you have stated that you are, indeed, jealous. If only a little, it must have shown to this Mayu woman for her to make such claims about you."

"I do not leave because she and Toby are doing whatever. If I leave there is a reason behind it. Even if something as not feeling well. When I say I am jealous I mean in the sense that...he seems to totally change around her. It's bewildering. She holds this..power I don't quite understand and I find myself jealous of her. I'm not jealous of them being near each other is my point. Heck I have, on a number of times, told him to go be with her if only so he'd be happy because for a time it didn't seem like..he was. At least not around me. He..sort of corrected me on that train of thought." She shrugged a little and leaned back. She was starting to feel weak again. Was like dying down way too quick from a sugar rush. "I just..seem to make her angry with things I do..and in turn he takes her side..and gets upset too.."

"I am still not seeing the issue with you and those you surround yourself with. Perhaps it is because I have spent most of my life around those which do not have the want nor the energy to tell lies, and thus, do not do so. But I have a hard time believing that this woman Mayu would make up such stories if she does not see these qualities within you. Whilst I admit that it is curious that that child behaves differently around this woman, I believe the fault also falls on you for showing such things." Denise released a forceful sigh, running her index finger across her right eyebrow. "This conversation is quite something, I daresay. You have not answered my question, however. What is it about this brat... that makes him worth this much of a headache. For I am gaining one and I have not been within his presence for several days."

Katt sighed and slowly sank down until she was sitting. "Before I met him Denise. I was voided of anything such as..emotions. Even ..'life'. I was a mere piece of property and nothing more in the sight of others. A tool. A weapon. A doll of destruction. I was tortured in ways that, although physical, could of put even Tylor to shame. Then I met him." Her head dipped down as she thought back to those days and a rare little smile crept in. "He is my light. My laughter. My heart..He is my humanity. Without him ...-The smile faded and her brows furrowed. "I've always had the thought of him with me. Even when I was forced back into servitude. They tried to rip the very memory of him from me. He is very much a candle light in the darkness that has been my life. And me falling in love with him..just sort of happened from that. And it's something I've never..strayed from."

"Hmph. I was correct. Your story is indeed like those of my comrades. I do not think Lisa held the boy on such a pedestal as you, but there was most certainly a reason why she kept him around. Though, several of my comrades also do such to avoid being threatened by the Organization." Her right hand sliced through the air in another dismissive gesture. "Before I state my opinion on such things, I have another question to ask you. If you were void of such emotions and life, as you say, how is it that you know that what you have this very instant is just that. I shall assume that you have not been in love before, nor cared about any one person save yourself."

"I've never even cared about myself.. " It was an idle correction as she pondered on how to explain. Slowly her eyes closed. "I have seen people truly in love but to explain it. That's not easy. I know how I feel. I know it's true." Her eyes opened a bit and she tilted her head. Slowly a hand rose and she rubbed at the silver rose earring. She blinked and suddenly turned her eyes up to Denise. "Being with him makes me happy. Being away from him is like..having someone tear at my heart with a finely heated blade. Small things he does..makes me feel safe. When he kisses me it's painful and calming all at once. Like my mind is lost in a swirling void. And the thought of losing him...is not something I wish to consider.. It's not easy to explain but I know what my heart feels."

"I see," pale head nodding as it turned in the direction of the fireplace. Her right arm crossed before her torso, digits wrapping around the slim curve of a hip. The folds of black wool shifted around her as she did such. "Whilst I know it is not my place to judge what another does with their own existance, I shall offer my view to you. You should not stake your being, your heart, or otherwise upon any one person as you have done. Especially not one such as he, or any of those like us. Fo]r you to say that he is your humanity..." a quiet sigh broke her lips as she watched the orange light of the fire dance about in its resting place. "He is no longer human, and he thus not even able to be such for himself... let alone someone else. He is tainted, as are a great many of us. It is not something I expect you to understand, having not gone through such a process yourself, feeling the way that we do."

"It's not something I can change. And bull. He is human. Even if part of him is 'tainted' he is still human! He isn't like you. He isn't like those that Lisa has described to me. He doesn't want this. He wants to be normal and he's striving for that! And he will fight the yoma that dwells in him. And If I can help him learn how to deal with his yoki and this yoma then hell I will!" She shrank back when she realized she said 'will'. There was pause in her words and she stared at the floor. "I've seen him..live normally. I've seen him have emotions like any normal person. He cries when he's sad. When he's..happy. He is human.." Her eyes tilted up faintly towards Denise. "He is..just different..We all are."

"When the organization takes ..one to be a claymore. Do they normally take them young? Train them?" Her chin tilted then turned up to Denise's face.
Slender brows furrowed as Denise briefly attempted to discern just what exactly it was the woman was driving at, whilst she formulated her answer. "That is usually the case, yes. Prior to our infusion, we must be able bodied. And after it has been administered, we are trained in various arts of battle, espionage and self control."

Katt's chin dipped to the other side and she slowly shook her head. Lips pursed and she thinned her eyes a bit. Deep thought this one. "It is my belief that they strip you of your emotion to easily control you." The conclusion was easy because she had been there herself. Turning her head she looked at Denise, eyes softening a bit. "Tylor...Said the organization killed his lover. If your kind cannot..have such emotions then how can he claim that? And while he was quite.." She didn't even know how to describe Tylor really..Her lips pressed together as she continued to think. Slowly her lips relaxed. "Why..are you hunted? Because you went against their orders?"

The woman's queries were taking an unexpected turn and there was a break in the expression Denise was giving Katt. Molten silvers traveled her form from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet in a swift, but thorough assessment. "Whilst you may be correct, most, if not all, of the time, they do not need to do such. For they chose those which have already lost everything they held dear to them and are thus blank slates for their proverbial chalk. The Organization is not, by far, stupid." The words fell from her tongue sharply, as if she would rather not speak them. Katt's last spoken words caused her chin to rise in acknowledgement of a smart question. "That child informed you of such, didn't he."

"Hardly. It is a process to train weapons. It is a process that I had undergone. I came to the conclusion myself by things. This is why I think he is different. He didn't go under such training. He's not under control of anyone. He's able to live his life as he sees fit. However..different factors create..different paths. You..and Lisa. I see difference between you both. And while I do not know the organization I know that people have done such things to keep people under thumb. Granted...I have seen also that ..things are driven by your emotion as well." Her head tilted to one side thoughtfully but not wanting to lose herself to it she furrowed her brows. "Tylor had a rainbow of emotions and a very insane mind. That..isn't something that can be created..

"Granting their warriors the strength, skills and opportunity to slay those which tore their life from them does not require much force. However, all cases are not like that, and others do, in fact, need further persuasion." Beneath the cloak, fingertips kneaded the warming leather strapped about her torso. "What will you gain by trying so very hard to convince me of my absent humanity... by comparing me to that of a Voracious Eater." A dry, humorless laugh pierced the air. "It is true that that child has not undergone that which I and my comrades have endured. Even so far as his own infusion, for he has not been gifted with the same amount of tainted pieces as we have been. You are correct, he is not like us. I have gone so far as to assume that he is worse off."

"Then how can you say he is not human?" She shrugged slowly and leaned more heavily into the wall. "A new question. What is a Voracious Eater? I mean..it's a different term for awakened?" She was still trying to figure something out and she was seeking certain answers.

"Because he is not. Having even the tiniest sliver of such within one's system is enough to change one for the worst." Once more, her brow furrowed in thought, deeper than she had allowed herself to sink into when Katt asked her first questions. "I am assuming so, yes. That is the term which I was instructed to use for a Yoma who is exponentially more powerful than those I am used to facing in battle. If this Tylor referred to himself as an Awakened, as you say, then they do seem to mean the same thing."

Katt's eyes drifted up to Denise and settled heavily. "Claymores..become awakened when they reach their limit." Thank you Lisa! "Tylor had silver eyes..he claimed himself an awakened. And yet he looked human. In fact he acted more human then.." Most humans she knew. Aside from the insane nutjob he was. Her brows dipped down. "I thought..awakening meant losing yourself. Tylor..was very much in control." The confusion of her own thoughts came across her face and she shook her head. Off track!" Just because you are a little of something else doesn't mean you cannot be human. And he doesn't want to awaken. He's ..promised that he would fight against it. And I know..his emotions aren't fake." Noone can cry like a baby like that and be faking! She tried hard not to smirk at that lil thought. "You have emotions too. Dormant. Not as easily shown. Your anger for one.." Her brows ticked slowly down then raised. "You..never did answer me.."

"Yes, they do. Make no mistake, however, that what you interacted with was indeed a monster, albeit a monster in its own skin. Yoma themselves are naught but demons and can hardly walk this earth as they are naturally, and they thus eat their way into a human body and take residence. Awakened Beings, on the other hand, are one of our ranks that has completely given themselves over to the taint that resides within them," silver gaze moving aside to the door so closeby. An almost lazy step was taken towards it and she drew it open, feeling immediately washed by the rush of cool air that was sucked into the cabin by such a movement. She did not venture outside. "They are no longer themselves, they are merged with their own yoki aura. They seem in control of themselves because there is no longer anything to fight against." Digits drifted up towards her face, delicately training wispy locks of flaxen blond away from her brow and nose. "I shall tell you the same thing that I told that child when he asked that of me. I had a disagreement with someone whose status outranked mine in the Organization. Such an altercation, and the events that followed it, were frowned upon and I was deemed a liability."

"It that what they tell you or what you know as a fact?" Her eyes shifted after Denise as if to challenge that information. From what she seen in Tylor..that could be questionable. He was very much in love at one point. She found herself wondering if ..killing his mate is what set him off. Brows dipped faintly as she listened and a frown crept to her lips. It..didn't sound right to her. The frown seeped away and she glanced down. "I have..one more question. A favor if you will.."

"It is fact, and I must tell you that your words on my dormant humanity will get you nowhere with me," glancing briefly back to Katt over her shoulder. "Very well. It shall be my choice whether or not I carry out said favor, and you should know this before you ask it of me."

"I would have it no other way. I respect you Denise and hold you in high regard." Her eyes drifted down as she started to sink. The strength was leaving her. She should probably eat soon. She glanced to the bowl that barely held any water after being tossed aside. Should she drink again. "I would like information on how to assist Toby with learning to control and use his yoki." Obvious reason. Did it need to be said?

Denise frowned thoughtfully out at the darkened clearing which lay before her. After another long inhalation of air that wasn't stained with the hint of blood or rotten food, she swung the door closed. "So you have decided then, have you." The flat of her hand remained upon the door's surface, even as her pale head turned to regard Katt more firmly over her shoulder. "You will not stay away from him, as he has impressed upon you. You will be a strong woman, worthy of a sacrifice, regardless of how honestly pitiful he is?"

Katt stared at Denise. "He's not pitiful.: She swallowed thickly. Be a strong woman..against Mayu. She already knew where this would lead. "If..to help him.." For how short that will be. She wondered what she meant about sacrifice. She waited in hopes that Denise would..explain. If she tried any more of that 'he's not human' crap though...Well that was going to be a circling event that would never end.

"Very well. I shall hold you to this. For I, honestly, do not wish to think of you in the same light that I do him. He is closer to me because of what he is, but my opinion of him is quite obviously very low indeed. And I also do not wish to think either of us wasted our time getting him ready to hasten to your rescue." She turned smooth on a heel, leaned back against the door in what could have almost passed for relaxation.

Katt eyes found the bowl again. Her..rescue. How he changed so quickly when they returned. "What did you mean by sacrifice?" Fingers stretched out towards the bowl in attempts to collect it. Her throat hurt more now then ever thanks to Denise's grab. Drinking wasn't easy and she shuddered during the process.

"You do realize, do you not, that he could have been killed in his attempt to retrieve you," a sudden thought struck her mind and she smirked, breaths falling from sharp lips in silent, brief chuckles. "The child barely slept during the handful of days he spent in my company. He bawled like a babe taken away from his mother, he panicked as I have seen none panic before. He pushed himself until he was no longer able to stand upon his own two feet and all of this was for you, the person whom I was told that not even I had the right to harm. I do not wish to think he would place that much importance on one whom doesn't deserve it. Such would be pitiful beyond comprehension."

And all of this was for you, the person whom I was told that not even I had the right to harm...

He had told her..she could take her time to recover. Take time to piece back things. Not worry so much about what was happening. Just focus on recovering.. He lied.

He said he would protect her. He lied.

He didn't bother protecting her an ounce from Mayu's fit. Things that she knew were false. Or..she hoped. Was Denise right? Or was it just a show he put on..? She had a feeling if it was a show Denise would be furious..

Mayu. Katt use to hold such respect for her. She care and love the girl. Went out of her way to buy a large apartment. Make sure it was so richly furnished and that Mayu would have everything she would need to live a cushiony life. She even, constantly, gave Mayu money to do whatever she wanted with it.

She threw herself into harm just to protect her. Was her sacrifice..her protection..her care...Did it really mean so little to Mayu?

She got more emotional support and care from a woman she barely knew more then she did Mayu. Mayu would rather fit over small things, picking on Katt, rather then be understanding.

How was that?

How was it that Mayu could say things to her...hurt her..and Toby just stand there?

Why couldn't things be happy?

How could Toby be mad at her..?

It wasn't fair....

She needed to be strong... She needed to face Mayu..

She knew where it would lead. She would tell Mayu things. Stand up for herself. Mayu would throw a fit. Toby..was going to hate her more. She would lose him...

..Forever..

Or maybe..

Maybe...Mayu would respect her enough..?

She could hope..couldn't she?

Mayu had said she wanted Katt and Toby to be together. She wanted it. Is that why she hounded into Toby about how he felt about her? Was she really trying to get Toby to confess or was it an act? It was hard to tell. Mayu had been acting so differently..

The thoughts rolled around in her head, making sleep very hard to keep. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks and soaked into the fabric of the coat she held so dear. She floated in and out of slumber until she was entirely too exhausted and ended up passing out.

A full day passed before she'd wake again. She felt drained more then rested. It didn't help that she was surrounded by the familiar scent. She even woke half-expecting him to be there..watching. Protecting...

Instead those hated eyes, that should of never been directed at her, haunted her mind.

The scent the bed held didn't help her at all. A tightness crept up in her throat and tears started to roll down her cheeks. In the middle of a sniff she smelt something else. Red strained eyes turned over boiling pot at the fire. How long had it been cooking?

Managing to peel back the covers she stumbled towards it. Her stomach tightened at the thought of food and yet..she was starving. She sighed at the pot and stared at it. Moving to collect the bowl that was once filled with water she used that to ladle in some stew.

Would Mayu ease up if Katt stood up to her? Or was it going to get worst..

If she was strong and lost everything then what was it for?

She didn't have time to recover from an emotional state. She couldn't afford it. She..couldn't lose Toby..If she hadn't already.

A frown crept her lips thin and she stared at the stew. She wasn't going to 'sulk' anymore. She would be strong. Show Toby she wasn't crazy like Mayu thought. He should of known better to begin with. He knew her better then that!! He even told her so. He knew her because they were so much alike. They knew each other very well.

Sighing against the edge of the bowl she carefully sipped the stew's dark broth. It stung painfully and caused her eyes to tear up in pain. She forced herself to eat down chunks of meat and veggies. She needed her strength and health back. That meant she needed something more. She needed...

Blood.

A momentary thought of how Denise would react to that caused her to lower the bowl. Staring at the nearly empty bowl she sighed.

She felt..scared.

Scared she would lose him...If she hadn't already.

Once more the figure broke through the fringe of moist, naked foliage. Sans that which shrouded her in shadow for so many days previous, flaxen locks spilled free, dusting leather encased thighs with a feather soft touch. Left shoulder and side concealed by a shroud whose hue matched that of the leather armor barely covering curves of deceptive femininity. Digits met the wood of the cabin door once near enough, pushing it inward with but the lightest of touches.

The smaller female was still standing next to the bed and staring rather somberly at the freshly made bed. At some point she had, also, removed the pot so things within the cabin were settling down scent wise. Steps were heard first but there was no real attempt to move just yet. It could only be one person after all. Something was roaming that brain of hers and she ..didn't want it. It made her chest ache. Unknowingly she was forcing her knuckles against her chest, over her heart. It was almost : a kitten's kneading but not as affectionate as it should be.

"Well... what have we here. I daresay you do indeed have your uses," not closing the door, but stepping inward from it... allowing the crisp outside air to rush within to aid that which the woman had already started. "Is something the matter with your chest."

There was a slow twitch of Katt's head that shook the chocolate strains. Uses? She didn't bother asking but rather addressed the second half. A brief hint of confusion before she realized when she was doing. Eying her fingers she pressed them into her skin. "No. Just..thinking. W..Welcome back."

"Hmph. It is a nostalgic sight, I must say. You remind me of that child, though it is no surprise the reasons why you do." Right hand settled around the thin hilt seen jutting above that respective shoulder. A swift Ssssshnk! of metal leaving its home of a sheath and the behemoth claymore was settled against the wall near the door. Slight shoulders rolled to adjust to the lacking weight.

It was simply a normal thing for Katt. The kiss of metal caused her left arm to twitch and lower to the angled hilt of her joint swords that acted, as of now, as a single entity. Scolding herself on such an old habit she relaxed the arm muscle so that it seemed her arm was falling to her side. "Why I do..?" Her attention was between Denise and her sword.

"Indeed. It is something that he also performed at certain times, though I knew not why. Had I cared more, I would have inquired." Slender tips of fingers drifted across her brow, brushing pale bangs aside. Beyond that simple movement, her form remained still, gaze resting on the smaller woman before her. "You love the child, it is not impossible, therefore, for you to acquire mannerisms," added nonchalantly, noting she hadn't quite satisfied Katt's question.

Katt's eyes drifted away from both Denise and the blade. Head drifting side to side she never realized she did it. But..Toby had while he was there? "It..hurts sometimes. I was stabbed here around Christmas and when my heart aches..it really..aches.." She wasn't sure how else to explain it. Slowly her eyes lowered more, following the line of the sheets. Loved him..

"Is that so. Perhaps his own pained him as well. I have noticed your apparent upright position, as well as the show you put on previously within this very clearing. Am I to assume to feel better than when you arrived." Right arm crossing over her torso beneath the shroud, gloved digits wrapping about her side.

Katt's shoulders shot forward like a child being scolded from their hand in the cookie jar. She was there?! Shoulders slowly relaxed and the hand that had been clawing at her chest drifted to her bangs and rubbed at her hairline. "I suppose." And yet she was still very pale. Sickly looking even. But..moving around so it was a start. A sharp turn upon heels had her facing Denise and a smile was granted towards the silver-eyed one. "Thank you for the food that was awaiting my rise."

Denise lifted her arm, palm facing Katt for but a moment before settling back down from where it came. "There is no need for such. I had said there would be food, and thus, there was. However, you are welcome," last three words sounding foreign falling from pale lips.

The hand at her hairline slipped down and she stared at Denise briefly. Question swarmed with no line. "How long had you been watching?"

The corners of those lips twitched as if attempting at some sort of amused set. "Long enough. You are no stranger to a blade, I am left to wonder how it was that one such as you were to be claimed by the Eater."

"I was brought up as nothing more then a weapon to those who I was property to." The words came flat and toneless. Denise's words struck up memories and a hand raised to her cheek to rub idly. "I was ambushed." There was no other way to put it. Slowly a frown began to crease at her lips.

Denise's chin lowered in a slight nod. "As it most always happens. I do not believe that is much to be ashamed of. Your presence here must count for something." As the first comment from the woman was of no importance to the current words being exchanged, she let them die off in the air without a response.

"It is normal for a 'Eater' to ambush?" Katt's hand lowered, fingers curling to the crook of her neck and shoulder. "I have a few questions for you. When and if you are willing."

"Voracious Eaters are indeed smarter, more calculating, and more dangerous than their mere Yoma counterparts, for they were once human and one of our ranks," gentle shuffles from hard soles of thigh high boots that scraped wood beneath her, and a lean was affirmed beside her both hated and treasured blade. "They therefore know of us and what will inevitably happen to them if they are stupid and make mistakes. Ambushing one's prey is a rudimentary skill to any hunter." A slender brow quirked up on her smooth forehead, an expression of intrigue gifted to Katt, along with a silent nod.

"A hunter rarely tortures their prey. I daresay sometimes Tylor was far too affectionate towards me. He took pride in stripping me both physically and mentally." Her skin started to crawl very unpleasantly. Settling down to sit on the edge of the bed she stared at the floor, thinking back to those days. She told Toby everything but he'd much forget it then really listen. And she wasn't going to bore Denise with details.

"You are correct. For most, the thrill of the chase it enough to arouse pleasure throughout one's senses, but for one that calls itself an Awakened Being, most standards set down by the law of nature do not apply and such should not be compared to them." Quicksilver gaze narrowing only slightly, a hawk watching the movements of a mouse within tall grass. "You said that you have questions for me, and I have already stated that whilst I am here, I shall do my best to provide responses. I must warn you, however, such may not be true for much longer. You may ask what you will when you are ready," brief further narrowing of eyes, an expression which she was forced to shift towards that of the hearth.

Katt nodded slowly and measured the importance of her questions. Tongue crept along her teeth behind sealed lips before settling. Lips parted in a sigh. "Can you tell me of the events of the time you two spent together? If he's not told me everything I find myself a bit curious." It was...not as important as the others but it was important..to her.

Stone-like facial set then shifting to one of surprise, albeit contained. Flaxen head turns back to regard Katt for several long heartbeats before Denise even contemplates an answer. "I must first learn of what he has told you, for a repetition of such will serve no purpose."

Her lips pressed together and a look shot across her face that could only be considered totally painful. It caused a lump in her throat. I..c-can't...lose you..Her throat flexed as she attempted very hard to shove Toby's voice out of her head. "Uh.." Her voice strained as she forced it down harder. "That..you found him in a cave and took him here. Took care of him. He then asked you to help him.." She felt something wet on her cheek and quickly raised a hand to swipe away the rogue tear. "He was..very vague."

"He was truthful, for that was the most of what transpired in this location. During those nights, I was tracking that of a strong concentration of yoki that was always on the move. When I could feel such no longer, I assumed that whomever possessed it was suppressing their aura. The last location I felt it in was the cave of which both of you speak. I found the child and brought him here with me," gaze traveling back to the mantel as words were spoken. "His injuries were vast and only partially healed, as if he tried to keep himself from death, though at a painstakingly slow pace. I extracted three knives from his person which were soaked in the taint of another, one of which was lodged within his spine and rendered his legs mere sacks of meat attached to his hips. I am not aware of how he was able to regain the use of them, but once he did, he asked me for help, and I gave it to him. The next days were riddled with training, tears and panic attacks, mostly from that child."

As Denise spoke more was remembered. She was acknowledging most of what he said. She nodded slowly. "Panic attacks.." The memory of him collapsing into such when he thought she didn't want to see him again came to mind. How..ironic wasn't it? Hands bowled in her lap then slowly curled into fists. "Is..it possible for one who does not posses yoki to sense such? I..found out.." Late.."That Toby feels..ill when a yoma is near?"

Flaxen head tilted to the side, expression curious... as was the set of the lean she was now fixing upon the wall at her back. "If you ask for the possibility that one such as you should be able to perform such, I regret to inform you that no, it is not possible. However, this realm is quite a puzzle within itself, though I have no interest in experimenting," a wry smile briefly twisted her mouth. "Only beings such as I, my comrades, and others that possess yoki are able to. Make no mistake that while the child barely has any Yoma flesh in his system, he does indeed have it, and is thus able to use it. The nausea that he experiences, I am told, is very common amongst those who have not been trained in the proper use of their yoki. Also, in his case, he fights the sensation of the resonance he feels, and it backfires on his body. I have already explained such to him. I see now that he did not listen."

Slowly Katt's head shook and the frown on her lips started to grown. That explained a few things. "He..was acting odd a few days ago and I thought it was ..something else. It started to get worst and I told him we should go home. Apparently a yoma had been following him around during the day and made itself known. He..was far too busy emptying his stomach and too weak to move to even run.." Her features softened. She wondered..was he safe now? Hands turned in and she started to fiddle with the misty ring that wrapped her finger.

"Hmph, is that so. A mere Yoma caused such to happen?" a sound akin to a scoff broke through her lips, white teeth exposed in a sneer she directed at the flames in the hearth. "Why you continue to defend and possess feelings for one such as he is a mystery to me."

Katt's eyes closed slowly. She couldn't...really defend it. Maybe Denise was right. Head dipped down more at the terrible ache. As if her heart was stabbed once again. "Is it true what he says. That Yoma always lie to mess with your head?"

Some moments of observation were taken, pale forelocks disturbed along with the fire from a breeze that smelled of rain. "I have not thought of such. Yoma, to me, are things which I killed and nothing more. They do not speak other than insults and useless garbage. But, once again, if you are referring to your Eater, anything is possible... that is if he really was as unhinged as you claim him to be."

"No. The yoma that approached us a few nights back..He told me something. Something that had me thinking. Something that I probably allowed to fester too long. My mood became effected by it." Her eyes panned up towards Denise and her chin craned.

"It is best not to dwell on things which things that are less than beings say to you," chin tilting, mercury gaze leveled blankly upon Katt. "They are not worth your attention save for the energy needed to dispatch them."

Katt nodded slightly. Maybe she was being over worried. With Denise's words she found she was able to place that worry away. "All right." Eyes turned away and the pupiless greens focused on the flames.

Denise didn't believe that question to be the very end of the interview. The woman was solely watched as thoughts formed connections within her brain, her own questions forming... things that she wouldn't let onto until the oppurtune moment.

Her eyes drifted partly closed. She found herself still lacking the strength she wanted to face things. She was afraid of losing..everything. Losing him. It wasn't fair. Willing herself not to cry she turned her eyes towards Denise. "I am glad he met you. That you were able to help him. Teach him. I..really wanted to help him but.." Her lips pursed and she glanced at her hands. At the ring that gleamed against her pinky. "I want to learn how to help him use his yoki. To control it."

A slow smile began to spread upon Denise's mouth, one that once it reached its fullest form held absolutely no mirth, nothing but amusement at another's expense. Once more, her head turned towards the flames crackling in the hearth. "As I have stated previously, such can only be done by him and him alone. Only he will know his own limits. But another's presence is a luxury that most are fortunate to possess. Those that do not have such have had worse fates."

Another's presence. The..guess he didn't need her after all. He had ..Mayu. Looking up she noticed Denise..smiling. Well that was creepy. Nodding slowly she tried to figure what brought that along. "Is there a way to bring him out of it if he ..starts to lose control though? Ah..mmrmmm..Nevermind." She figured that part out on her own. He.. had to do it himself.

"I don't have an answer for that question as each individual possesses differences and traits unique to themselves. What will work for one will not work for another and so on," she continued to speak despite Katt's protest. "Whilst that child was in my presence, he began to lose himself once. I struck him, and such seemed to provide the necessary incentive to stop. If I had to place a guess, Toby's cause for return may be physical pain."

Her lips twitched faintly as she listened to Denise. She..called Toby by his name. Not..child. It stopped though thinking about striking Toby. If..she had to. If she had to to stop him.. She nodded. She didn't...think he would awaken. He wanted to be pushed. But then again..He ..didn't need her. Hands curled together and she pressed her knuckles tightly into her palm. "What..was said on the parchment."

"Denise? After I leave. Will it be all right if I visit you?" She wasn't going to press into the subject of how she felt about..feelings. Her mind was already on what to do to..change. Hopefully Mayu just didn't want her all hopping, skipping around. She couldn't help the reserveness.

"It matters not to me what you do with your own time. If you venture here, however, you will most likely find this place abandoned. I have no set domicile as of right now," digits hidden by the shroud slid down to rest now upon her hip.

"I see. I would..like to call you friend. A comrade to call upon if you ever feel the need. That, of course, is your choice. I extend my thanks also for your kindness towards me. Listening and aiding me with your words." It was actually refreshing. To have a view that wasn't jumped or forced upon her. Simply..a outward view. "I do not take friends lightly, please understand. If I do so..there is..trust."

"From your involvement with that child, I shall also assume that you know of my own comrade, Lisa... and have made your own conclusions on those women that call themselves warriors. Our views of humans are almost as low, if not lower, than their own of us. I trust you will keep that in mind if you so choose to deem me friend. For I do not do so, and have not in some time," a step and a half turn, the frame of the open door now resting between shoulderblades. "However, you seem to be saying this as if to merely give me the option. Such has been noted."

"I would not force friendship upon you. But my offer of assistance remains regardless. And yes I know Lisa. Sort of. She knew me when we all were younger. Before Toby was..changed. She doesn't remember me now and that is fine. But she was the first person I searched out in order to help Toby." Arms folded her head slowly started to dip down. Jaw tightening she inhaled sharply. "She still remains within the city limits?" curiosity seeping into the otherwise bland tone that had, up until then, been used for speech. Katt was regarded with the same expression easily discernible on strong, scarred features. "Or did you have to travel far to get in touch with her."

"I called out to her in the forest not far from here. However, from what I have been told.." Katt's chin tipped to one side with a very thoughtful look. "She has made an appearance in town a few times to ..talk with Toby. If you wish to call it such."

"Is that so..." From how the woman spoke of her, Lisa was very much alive. Denise couldn't be sure whether or not her comrade was informed of what had happened within her own group. If she remembered correctly, Lillia was one of Rorel's charges, the same as Lisa. Thoughtful furrow of slender brows and purse of lips followed those mere three words.

Katt saw this and a fine brow began to climb. "If you do not want me to inform anyone of your presence here that I can do. I just request to be able to tell Toby so he can find you." She knew that Denise was wanted..like Toby. Caution was something to favor.

"Hmm. I appreciate that," pensive tone used to speak. "You may do so when you see him again, for I have no doubt that you will. But he will have the same issues locating me as you will if you choose to search for me here. However," looking out towards the clearing and the sparse grass sprouting from mounds of filthy snow, melting snow. "I may also seek them out. I have not yet decide on what I shall do."

"Seek...'them'?" A hint of worry began to creep in. "Toby would very much like to see you. M..Maybe you could...come with me." She didn't like the idea of Denise leaving of on her own. She..didn't deserve to be alone even if she was the sort that would rather be alone.

"Are you concerned for my safety, Katt," something other than mere thoughtfulness lacing her words, form relaxing slightly into the frame of the door on which she was leaning.

"Yes." The answer was easily offered up. She watched Denise relax and her head tilted to one side.

"And why is that," quicksilver gaze trained on a cluster of trees across the clearing, flicking around to others periodically.

"Because you are kind and have not only stretched out a hand to help Toby but myself..You have helped me when I needed it the most. I consider you a possible friend and someone I would protect if needed. It..worries me that you are hunted. N..None of them are your..friends are they?"

Pale features momentarily darkened in a frown, something that Denise leveled upon the woman, but it did not seem to remain in place. "I daresay I am surprised... You hardly know me, what I have done, or what I am capable of and there you sit worried for my well being. Such isn't necessary. I have been engaged in many battles, with Yoma and comrade alike and I have prevailed. As for your query of whether or not they are my friends... I do not know if the Organization knows that I am still alive. I was deemed suitable for elimination, and they have heard nothing of me since. However, one cannot always be sure of such. It is a possibility that, yes, most might be those that I once knew."

"As I said I am picky of those I call friend. I do not make the choice lightly. You may not deem it necessary but it is still there." A small smile was offered up as if to counter the hard frown that was sent her way. "And if you need my assistance then it will be there." Her lips thinned at the thought of Denise being pitted against her friends. Such was never a pleasant thing. Lack of emotion or not.

"Indeed. I, like you, only wish for you to understand that I don't think such will be needed. I do not intend to face any such opponent any time soon. I am merely an observer, nothing more than a civilian as of now," nodding to Katt, then turning a focused silver gaze back out towards the trees which surrounded them.

A respectful bow of Katt's head was granted in respond and she slowly stood in order to join in the air but kept a respective distance. "Do you..view me as human?"

"No, I do not. Now that I think on it, viewing you as such would be a stretch. Humans are not as sturdy and do not survive that which you have endured," wry smile briefly turning the corners of pale lips upward.

She nearly pouted but slowly nodded. It was actually to be expected. Hands settled behind her back, clasped at the small of her back by the latch of her left hand to right wrist. But she found it..again, refreshing. As strange as it was. With Toby able to accept what she was..maybe she was able to do so as well.

Denise basked in the silence now settling on the cabin, and in the dying light of the sky behind trees that looked like veins, sewing up into the clouds. Pleasantly warm though it was, night would soon be upon them. "Have you asked me all the questions you had planned?"

"I have one more but I find myself reluctant to ask. So for now I will hold my tongue. Maybe on the morrow." She didn't ask if Denise had any because quite frankly Denise seemed the sort to ask when and where she wanted. No sooner.

"You should do so now, since I do not plan to stay in the vicinity for much longer," pale head turning, spying Katt standing nearer to her than she thought the woman would have dared.

A side long glance was made towards Denise and a strange lil smile quirked the corner of her lips. "A spar."

"Is that so?" queried with more curiosity than the last few times she had spoken such words. "And why, may I ask, would you want that?"

"I wish to see your skills of the sword. Since I will obviously never see in real battle..Besides..I am rather curious how I'd hold out." A single shrug followed as she looked forward. The air was..nice.

"And you do not think you are too fragile at the moment for such a venture. That is quite interesting. I shall make such thoughts obsolete for you," nigh on gentle tile of the head in Katt's direction, the woman regarded with, on any other face, would be described as condescension. "You would not hold out."

"That's why I said maybe on the morrow. I still..need something in order to fully recover." Her eyes flicked down and there was a hint of a frown that followed. "I am very aware of my state." It pained her to think about doing what was needed. An animal of the forest? She didn't..need much.

"At least now I know what your last question was, and have had the ability to answer it. I have already stated that whilst I was here, I would do my best to do so," unclasping leathered fingers from her side and reaching for the hilt that looked too thin and delicate to hold a blade such as hers. Denise affirmed a tight grip and swiftly stowed the weapon in the sheath upon her back, stepping from the threshold of the cabin out into the early dusky air.

How badly Katt wanted to assess that weapon of Denise's. It was a nagging sensation. Shaking it away her hands loosened from their clasp. "Are you leaving?"

"Originally, I had planned only to stay the night for I was, and still am, on the move. Having found you here, I decided to halt my personal plans for a time, though I do not think I should continue to do so." Right arm lifting to gather the thin fall of flaxen hair, draping it over a shoulder. Digits then dropped to the extra swath of material lying atop her left shoulder and arrange it over her head, midnight shadows immediately concealing that which would easily define her identity. "There are beasts moving within this forest that I have been seeking recently. There are not many, and tend to travel separately. They are too strong to be that child or that of any of my comrades, lest they are suppressing themselves, and are indefinitely too weak to be that of any Voracious Eater. However, they do seem to be traveling, somewhat, in the same direction."

Stronger then any of her comrades but weaker then a Eater. Katt watched Denise curiously for a few moments but eventually slowly gave a dip of her chin. "Then if I do not see you again.. Please be safe until next we meet. And do remember..my offer remains. If you need me you can normally find me in the marketplace of the city. At the fountain. Just..in case.." She shrugged a bit and continued to watch Denise. There was a touch of worry behind her eyes. Would she see the woman again?

"I shall keep such in mind. And I feel it prudent to tell you that I am glad you do not seem to wish to continue hiding here," pale lips forming a brief curve of a smile prior to an almost lazy pivot on her right heel. The lethargy spread through in the pace Denise set for herself, her shadowed form slowly heading after that which she had just sensed.

She licked her bottom lip and tilted her head to look into the cabin. Should she leave soon or..Turning her head back quickly she watched as Denise was swallowed up by the night air. Lips tightened into a frown. "Be safe.." Murmuring with a sigh she stepped back and closed the door. A mountain of information and emotion laid on her mind and yet as she turned towards the bed she found herself ..feeling light. The coat was taken up and the collar toyed with. Did he really do it...maybe..to protect her? Murmuring to herself she crawled into the bed, not under the covers but rather on them. Curling into the coat she allowed it to be her warmth while she basically..passed out. Zonk!