From what Eloisa remembered of Valya she really did sleep more deeply than anyone else she had ever known. Once she was asleep, once she stopped responding to her name being called, that was that and she was out until the earth shook violently or she was ready to wake up. Eloisa hadn't wanted to wake her. She had just wanted to lie there. And she was completely fine with how everything was. Though she felt herself tense just slightly when she noticed Valya's eyes were opening. Unless the other vampire had intended on just taking a nap she -- the rest of that thought cut off when Eloisa felt hands connect with her shoulders and she went falling right off the bed. Had she been alive then her tumble would've ended with her unable to breathe for a minute or two but as it was it was just very, very unexpected. And she knew that language. Not knew in a sense of she could speak it, but in that she'd heard Valya say those things enough to know it for swearing.
"Oh sure, you swear. You're not even the one who got shoved off the bed," Eloisa muttered as she jumped to her feet, eyes blazing as she glared down at Valya, her own fangs showing. Didn't matter that it was dark, she could still see the confusion etched across Valya's face along with the desire for sleep. And of course that she had her fangs bared. It was never, ever a good idea to wake a sleeping vampire if they were one of the Horsemen but Valya wasn't supposed to wake up. And if it was a bad idea to wake one up then it was just as bad of an idea to launch even a feeble attempt of an attack on a Rider of War. Eloisa hadn't ever taken kindly to that sort of thing and had it been anyone else she'd have had them by the throat by now, understanding be damned. But it wasn't, it was Valya. Why am I still standing here? She's never done that to me before. It very nearly stung. Eloisa tossed her head back but kept her arms at her side, fingers curled just in case Valya decided she wanted to actually jump her because her ears worked as well as her eyes apparently did. Having never been one to think but always to act, to speak the first thing that came to mind, Eloisa did just exactly that. "Next time I'm not even going to fucking bother. You should've told me that you're used to sleeping alone and I'd have just left you that way." Liar. "But no, you don't tell me, you shove me. Good thing you didn't have a gun or you'd have probably painted the walls with my blood instead!" Eloisa would've adamantly denied that she was shaking. She wasn't scared, she was just... something else. Angry and hurt. And in full possession of the same fiery temper she'd always had. "Surprised you haven't just tried to go for a killing blow yet. Getting slow? Or maybe you were trying for that and just missed. Lucky me."