Severina mentally preened at the thankfulness directed her way. Far be it from her not to provide a helpful service if fangs and fear were involved. Why, it was something she was only too happy to provide. It was the least she could do in return for the brief alleviations of paralytic entombment.
"Everyone has rhythm... Some just forget it, allow themselves to grow stale. You? You have reason to find it. This will keep you young."
But even as she confided as much, acting like two old friends as they walked slowly along, the newer revelations gave even a nocturnal predator like Lady Kalderash reason for concern. The way she looked at Delia was not too dissimilar from one she might give a puppy constantly falling over its own paws.
"The question you must ask yourself is if you would want more. If you do..." And Severina cocked her head to one side, slowing to briefly consider this unique specimen of creature. This girl with wings. "Then I have use for one whose loyalty can be trusted. Perhaps we can find your meaning together, you and I?"
Possibly for one recent pet project in particular. This one looked too fragile and delicate for the hauling of bodies, but there were other purposes.
"Do thoughts of flesh and blood fill you with revulsion? Indifference? Enjoyment...?"