She stalked down the halls, restless. Master Gilgamesh had told her many things that she needed time to process. This disgusting shell of meat they called a body made thinking in a crisis more difficult than necessary. All these hormonal reactions, emotions, they made her sick, which in itself was a feeling that made her skin crawl. It was just a chain reaction of flesh reactions.
She wasn't ready to face the boy who claimed to be her new king. She needed time, time to decide what she thought about the situation. Time to work out what to say to him. Time to... to find out if it was true.
Hearing a footstep, she turned quickly, seeing a girl walking towards her. She snapped abruptly into teacher mode, not having anything else to fall back on. "Child, don't you have somewhere to be?" Her smile was meant to be kindly, but her sharp teeth ruined the effect.