Cain let out a sharp exhale, shaking her head. Her halo floated at her side as she entered the inn with a short stride, her movements almost sluggish. Perhaps she was.. tired. Tired of running around, worrying about a city full of people she didn't even know. Tired of working herself to the bone, or tired of yelling at Siglos. All that mattered was... she was tired. And she needed rest.
Slowly, she entered the room she was in previously at the inn. Nobody was in there. Probably because the room was really subpar, compared to the rest of the rooms in the inn. It was cold, the bed was uncomfortable and the blankets and sheets were thin and dirty. Did Alexia not spend any time cleaning this place? Or did she simply not care about it? Whatever reason, it was definitely poor management on her part. Though, Cain doubted she could really blame the young Everian, for missing one room to clean and take care of out of several others.
"She's a busy woman..." Indeed, she was. In fact, they were all busy. So busy, in fact, they'd turned to traveling in groups. Ridiculous. Cain didn't need such cowardice. She'd protect herself alone, if she needed to. No, she did need to. This was simply a part of her training, and whoever had "murdered" the Aegian High King was simply another enemy she had to conquer. Nothing more, nothing less. A mere stepping stone on her road to absolutely supreme power. Though...
She was to tired to worry about such a road. She entered the room, her halo continuing to float at her side, moving sloppily over to the bed. Her eyes flickered, the golden spirals that were her pupils dimming down from their usual bright, fervent glow. She never used to get tired this easily, really. But that was when she had someone to support her in such times. Someone she could call... friend.
"Sylvia..." Cain flopped onto the bed, her horns tearing at the sheets as Sylvia's name rung in her mind constantly. Her appearance flashed in Cain's eyes, the girl maintaining a gaze upon her form. Sylvia had always been there for her when she was tired, or stressed. She remembered when they'd used to cuddle, and hug each other when they were sad, sharing their warmth with one another. Warmth, truly, was all Cain wanted.
But Sylvia had Siglos now, and as such, the giantess Rakshashin had no time to spend on Cain. Everyday was a constant worry over Siglos, over whether Siglos was alright, or whether or not Siglos wanted or needed something. When was the last time Sylvia had even talked to Cain? They used to talk everyday. They used to be with each other every, single, day. But not anymore.
"Whatever..." Cain flipped around, laying flat on the cold, hard bed. Her halo floated above her, a gentle heat being emanated from it as to warm Cain up in such a cold room. Cain's previously tense body relaxed as the heat spread throughout her body, warming her skin and muscles accordingly as black blood flowed smoothly through her writhing veins. This warmth, though... Was nothing compared to Sylvia's. Nothing compared to her soft, warm flesh that soothed Cain's soul.
"Whatever..." But it didn't matter. Not anymore, at least. She didn't have time to focus on such frivolous things, not as someone with her status and her standards and goals. She just needed to focus on recovering her strength... Besides, it's not like she hadn't been without Sylvia many, many times before in her long life. Many, many times. Loneliness and Cain were no strangers, in fact, they were the best of friends... The very best of friends.
Cain wasn't like Sylvia. She was different. Had stricter standards to uphold. She always had, and always will. Cain carried out her duties and her training without a shred of doubt or hesitation in her heart, always putting everything she had into the kill. She never had any friends. She never needed to rely on her family. She was Cain. Cain, Noble Heiress of the Vajra. And a noble of her status had no need of support. No need of warmth, or comfort. Not like weak people.
Not like Siglos.
Not like Jeanne.
...And not like Sylvia.
Whatever. It didn't matter. Nothin truly mattered. She just needed to rest and recuperate her dwindling strength, and get back to training. She couldn't allow herself to fall behind, not with the coming threats, after all. She closed her dimming eyes, the golden spirals contained within the pale, white lids as Cain scrunched up on the bed. Her flesh went limp, her breathing softening in tandem, darkness covering her body like a blanket as she drifted off...
Into a cold, dreamless sleep.
