Quicklog: Ceil/Daniel
[In the rooms upstairs, the light is low. The white cat whips out of sight as soon as there is the sound of a footstep on the stair, but Daniel appears out of the gloom like the proper undead he is, moving with apparent haste out of the little kitchen area. Daniel has managed to leach most of the color out of the place since Ceil and her sister populated it, and there's now a great deal of mahogany furniture that looks like it could take down the entire building with it.] It is you. [With some surprise, like she'd prophesied something less likely.]