Friendly Face. (Akira/Liltotto)

Days, it had been days since she was last responsive, several days of nothing but a mindless dark sleep as her body recouped strength from the rich environment she was left to, lying in a medical tent's bed and monitored quite frequently throughout her small spell of hibernation. Her consciousness almost broke surface tension several times during this day, but of course she would only achieve waking... When the strong scent of Shinigami and Hollow caught her senses.

As Akira was making his leave, a dry tone would suddenly speak, "Akira..?"

Turning around would reveal a roused Liltotto, eyes barely open and body slumping forward, a miserable look on her exhausted face as a sensation grew apparent to her, "..I.. I'm real hungry... Do you got any food..?"

She was hungry, terribly hungry, way hungrier than she ever was when waking from sleep, her head felt full of confusing things she tried not to focus on too deeply, grounding herself with Akira's scent instead of letting her mind wander into less favorable places.

There was hardly a thought or acknowledgement of Akira's words as soon as a food item was presented to her, though instead of eating as she would normally would, the chocolate vanished in a seeming instant - even the packaging was no more. With various crunches and swallows, every food item she was given was eaten as well, desperation in putting each item in her mouth... None of it felt satisfying. None of it gave the aching cavern within her any reprieve, not even a little ease. What? This wasn't right..

She seemed more alert, but that expression of discomfort and confusion didn't leave her face, "Do you have any more food? I'm still really hungry."

Blinking quickly as if to sort her thoughts, she'd add, "I.. I'm too hungry to fall back asleep.. It.. It hurts Akira, do you have anything else?"

Just ignore it. Ignore the smell, that was what she always did when she was this hungry. There was little potential risk in her impulsively eating people, she trained herself away from that at a young age, but the way scents came across to her when she was this hungry was still unnerving. Lying back down in the sheets, she'd give Akira a gentle nod; she hated that she was so hungry it'd put a strain on things. She just wanted to eat enough to not feel so much pain and craving, but getting to that threshold was difficult all of a sudden... Was it because of what she did?

A strong smell hit her when Akira returned, immediately lifting her head and staring with a stunned silence to the limbs lying on the ground, large and dark with animalistic features: Hollows. She froze promptly.

"...I can't eat those, Akira.." Her voice was strained and low as she couldn't take her eyes off them, her mouth beginning to water. Swallowing it, she'd sigh, "I can't just eat whole limbs raw, like.. That.. I.. Fuck i'm so hungry though.. Ugh..."

Hands in her hair, she tried to debate on what to do.

The situation truly unsettled her, the smell of acrid death being so tantalizing. She couldn't help but stare at the limbs, but with a constant sense of hesitance; there wasn't any way the hollows he got these off of had died peacefully, they were corpses baking under the sun from a battle long fought. But she was starving, they were dead. All she could do was give silent apologies.

"Them being... Raw isn't the problem.. But I guess I don't have a choice here, huh?" She'd speak wearily before almost too eagerly, climbing from her bed and staring at the flesh. Normally the scent of hollows bothered her, but she had a weird sense of craving for it.. She knew why, she knew perfectly well why - those memories of another life resurfacing - A gluttonous drive to relieve their suffering.

Getting on her knees, she would begin murmuring something under her breath, eyes closed and head hanging. Though the language was indiscernible, the intent was clear - It was a prayer, a rather long winded one, one she used often for creatures she hadn't managed to ensure a quick death for. It was a prayer of apology, desire, and a selfless nature.

A series of crunches and the sounds of flesh tearing, bones being crushed and swallowed, all would occur as quickly as her prayer ceased.

"...I..." She felt better. She hated that she felt better, "I can't be here. I need to go."

Getting up hastily, she would shove past Akira at the entrance, "Don't follow me, don't you fucking dare follow me, I gotta be alone."

Her body flickered with the use of Steigen. She was gone.