[Her fingers just brush the smooth wood when she hears Cain's call. Normally she'd retract her hand and reply, sheepish to be caught at something so silly. But at the touch of the wooden blade her irises brighten and glow -- the threat has been sensed, and instinct has her now.]
[Sword firmly in her grip, Saya darts for the shadows, narrowed eyes watching the door, holding perfectly still. Only the keenest of night hunters could notice her if it weren't for the wafting hem of her nightshirt and the glowing red of her eyes.]