A New Morning [Liltotto, Ehefra]

The sensation of banging reverberating in her ears was what her returning consciousness first caught, a tired groan cracking from her dry throat. Her body felt heavy, and the sensation of her body begging for food weren't great motivators to get up, but it sounded like she had only a few more knocks before... Ehefra? Knocked the door down.

Feeling like a puppet on strings, she'd roll herself onto the floor, bloodied couch stuffing sticking to her body as she raised herself to her feet with the aid of surrounding furniture, half open eyes and shuffling feet leading her to unlock and properly answer the door, calmly avoiding any limbs that might have been flying to hit the door again.

"What's up..?" She'd mumble through cold, numb lips, rubbing one of her eyes with a bloodied hand. The sight she didn't immediately realize she gave was that of her hair, a mess caked with blood, whatever remnants of night clothes she had on were hanging in tatters off her bloody body. Despite her looking as if she had a violent murder attempt performed on her, there wasn't a scratch on her body.

"I'm fuckin' hungry, so let's make it quick..."

She didn't even realize the pounding headache until she attempted to actually understand what Ehefra was saying, brows knitting with a slightly pained expression as her very clearly weak and exhausted self leaned against the doorframe, processing the heavy scent of blood without the need to get a proper look; she could tell from the reaction and how strongly she stunk, yeah it was pretty bad. Even her face was pretty bloody on it's own, squinted eyes squeezing just a bit tighter when the machine scanned her, scrunching her lip a little as her mind slowed by the incessant hunger tried to think of a way to respond, before giving up and just going back inside, giving Ehefra a small 'come in' gesture with an unarticulated hand; she just really needed to get something down before she was able to be a person for the day.

Her place looked perfectly in order, save for the bloody mess of dissolved pelt blankets and stuffing that was eclipsed by a shape that would tell it was once a perfectly good couch. Getting herself to the kitchen was an awkward adventure in itself, reaching for the fridge but seeming to realize that perhaps it would be a good idea to wash her hands first, thus she did so with little urgency or quickness, letting the slowly transitioning cool to warm water run over her digits. If there was an example of 'this person is not completely awake right now', she was in the dictionary for the term.

Her sleepy self's intent was to get the oven going and throw several leftover containers in to heat up on warm so she could get some actual food in her aching miserable body, but with hearing the hasty placement of crinkling plastic, she went with the more convenient thing, least until she had enough going to open her eyes properly. She seemed more awake after chomping into and downing several bags within a few minutes; it'd been quite a while since she felt that achingly hungry, but with what happened...

"Don't call me kid, missy," Her still lagging tone softly bit back, using a paper towel to wipe at least some of the blood off her face as she addressed Ehefra, "Yeah I know who you are, no need to remind me, I knew it was you before you almost broke my door down tryna get in... As far as 'what happened', uh.. Well i'm still trying to process that myself-"

Her sentence stopped short when she caught sight of the bloody, foam mess of fabric that was once her couch and blanket, "...Goddamn it, I liked that couch..." A defeated sigh later, she'd continue, "All I can tell you for certain was, I was sleeping, talked to God, talked to myself, lots of horrible and confusing shit happened, and now i'm awake. And... Peaceful, I guess?"

Rather tragic that with how good she felt just before waking up, she was now going through a pretty cruddy morning. Well, you couldn't appreciate the good stuff if you didn't go through the shitter, so she wasn't terribly shaken up. She was mostly bummed about the blanket; she got all that material and stitched it together herself forever ago, none of that artificial crap felt nice to sleep in. Whatever, just meant she had to do a few hunts and make another one...

"Yeah yeah... Do me a favor; turn the oven on, and when it's warm enough just go in the fridge and toss in like... Seven of the food tins in. I'm..." She looked down at her body, blood caking and clothing hanging limp and useless on her features, "...Gonna freshen up."

Going off to the bathroom, she made extra sure she had the stuff for cleaning blood on standby, and soon the shower would be running. What a mess.

Soon, she was out of the shower, not reeking of death and bloodshed, and made her way out to meet Ehefra's gaze again. Yeah, now that she was actually awake and connected with the situation, she got that the dark haired woman was understandably concerned on top of impatient for answers. Whether she was able to give those answers... She was still trying to make sense of what she experienced and being able to put that into words an actual person could understand; it was like trying to talk about a dream that didn't make any sense.

Having pulled two stools for the two of them to sit on in tragic consideration that the only other place of seating was fully destroyed, she'd get to spelling out to the best of her ability, "Well, I guess the best place to start is to retrace on what I said... Uh, I guess, the best way to put that is... The person who told me that i'm a piece of the Soul King or whatever is the same person I spoke to, initially. I think... I'm not entirely sure if that part was a weird dream or if it actually happened... It felt real enough."

Appearing a bit melancholic thinking over the experience with the only other being, regardless of how she felt about him, who was similar to her. Real or not, she needed to catch Santa and tell her what he said, "I... Wanted to figure out what I was, I guess. I felt awful. We talked about it, and eventually I got called to a cliff. I... Always, heard some kind of call, telling me to jump into the deep, but... I didn't answer til then, I didn't know what would happen if I did that. I was... Scared i'd lose myself, I guess, get swallowed up by whatever was down there."

Hand pressed against her temple, she'd squint, "Well I fell down there, fell and fell and fell, felt like ages... Then... I fought some, things? Every time they touched me it was like I became another person, like my thoughts became theirs and I saw something from some other life. I.. It's a headache, to remember. Some momentary ego death type'a shit..."

Going through the third tin, she'd squint, as if remembering was difficult, or even hurt to do, "Then there was that thing I was scared of, that called me there. We... Fought? I think? I don't remember super clearly, I just know that I was terrified of it - of what it wanted. But it was.. Me? But also not me, but.. Ugh, i'm still trying to make sense of it. Point is, think I touched base with a part of me I kept... Turning away."

A look of guilt washed her features, as if she was fully realizing some form of wrong she committed against this 'part', "Sorry if this hasn't been super enlightening."