Dawn of a new night. Awakening in a hotel room with a supposed French guy over a hundred years her senior sleeping on the floor less than two meters away. Dressed in clothes that not only needed a wash, but had bloodstains all over. What a (un)life.
Well, that was unfair. On the bright side, she was still sort of alive, accent guy seemed the perfect old school gentleman, and as long as she refused to think of the body count she had racked up, the night might even get better.
After getting confirmation from Leontel that they weren’t in too much of a hurry, Lea occupied the bathroom and allowed herself a shower. The warm water was out, but as long as she got all the sweat, blood and dirt of her skin, she’d take any temperature. Besides, perhaps it was due to her new state, or her still being in shock about yesterday’s events, but somehow the water raining down on her felt… different. While unpleasant, the cold didn’t bother her as much as it used to, and the feeling of its impact against her skin seemed to be… lessened, as if her skin had gotten sicker.
As her thoughts threatened to delve into the implications of how much she’d now resemble a corpse, she stepped out of the shower, dried up and put her still dirty clothes back on while humming “Röslein Rot” in her head. Afterwards, she walked out of the bathroom and asked Leontel what his plans were.