Part of Valya's mind did an unwelcome stop-start at that correction. A mental falter that had nothing to do with being tired - and she didn't like it. She did not want Eloisa hurt in any way, only whatever she had done was not just an open wound and she could not simply reach over and try to stem the bleeding. The pain was in the other woman's head. Or heart. Valya had long decided it was more or less the same thing; it was not anatomy she was referring to. "Mm," she half-nodded, barely remembering having said anything about it. But it didn't really matter, because even if she'd never said it to begin with she only had one reaction to that statement. "You." One arm moved to stretch then stopped at a rather awkward angle, its owner having decided it didn't need need to after all. "Then you would be buying yourself," she realised, confused again because Eloisa already owned herself. That she had a vague feeling of deja vu was being ignored.
For a moment Valya believed the invitation to come back was going to be turned down - which she would have understood, but it didn't stop that pressure from building somewhere in her chest. Truth be told, she did not know what she was like when she was woken by anyone her subconscious dictated should not be there. She only ever really remembered what her surroundings looked like afterwards. But she did know that she perhaps proved that the best defense is a good offense. A blind attack. She was looking now, though. At the hand that held hers, at Eloisa's face - it was dark, but she was still trying to take in every detail. She always did. "That is why I should have warned you." Where there once may have been a blush, Valya gave a small smile. Never had she been a vain woman, but she always appreciated comments like that. Even if it had almost helped start all of this. Usually the contrast between the two of them concerned her no further than her wondering why Eloisa seemed to know her feelings better than she did - and had Valya always been so disconnected from her own emotions or had she grown that way over the years? It wasn't until they argued with each other that she took issue with it. Contrary to the belief of many dead individuals across the world, Valya was rarely confrontational.
Ela... It was nearly said aloud, but Valya bit her tongue, fangs threatening to puncture it. Eloisa obviously had something to say and she did not wish to interrupt. But hearing that caused a sharp pang in her chest. How many times had she heard similar upon waking? They had been memories or the tail-end of a dream, even wishful thinking, but she had heard it before. For Eloisa to say it now was causing a relieving but increasingly painful sort of radio static in her mind. But then - then she new what she wanted to say. Had to say because it had gone unsaid far too long. And yet she felt herself falter, her mind stalling. Less than a fortnight away from five hundred years of age and Valya suddenly felt like a child. So small. "I've changed," she started, though perhaps that wasn't the best place to begin. "But I have missed you. All the time." Tipping over onto one side, she tried to pull Eloisa with her. She didn't want to have this conversation while sitting up taller than she felt. "I love you. You're mine. And you're supposed to be with me. Not just here, with me." Her voice was running from her, but Eloisa would hear it. She hoped. Without thinking, Valya started worrying her lip.