Once she had wiped away the rest of the blood that had spoiled her face, Eliza suddenly felt a cold chill passing by her. She looked up to find that the sight of Death's spirit was suddenly slowly fading, as though it were a mirage. The hairs on her bare arms had pricked up and she could still softly hear Death's voice. What he offered was either a warning or her salvation, and she wondered when she would cross paths with him again. When the table and chair disappeared, leaving her seated alone, she had a smirk on her face as she leaned back on the wooden frame."I wonder what kind of person he will choose for his host. How intriguing..." Eliza said softly to herself, staring down at her hands that had been stained with her dry blood.
Hmph, who cares. Hosts are nothing but hollow cases anyway, Disease said with scorn and bitterness but Eliza chose to ignore it's pessimism. "You're just jealous because now, I wish Death was my demon and not you." Death, the ceasing of life, was always something she found interesting and to have finally met Death himself felt like an even greater blessing. Although, what she said was only half true. Sometimes, she did wish for a different demon, but how else would she be able to inflict so much pain. It wasn't the type of pain that was instant and momentary either, it was long-lasting, searing and unbearable. That's what she preferred. The smirk then grew into a sly smile as Eliza stood from her chair and it, too, vanished behind her as she made her way to the sink and began washing her hands once more, staring out the window at nothing in particular as she got lost in her thoughts. The mouth-watering smell of dinner was filling her nose but she remained drifting in her own mind while her hands remained still under the running water of the tap.
Once she was done with cleansing her hands, she walked over to the table were Katherin was seated, but did not take a seat herself. She had already eaten, but she wanted to express her gratitude to the owner of the castle for allowing her refuge. Eliza thought it more appropriate to wait until Katherin had finished her dinner before she gave her thanks. Eliza just stood in the corner and looked around, admiring the structure of the castle.