Kalith was in the middle of prayer when she heard the poundings on the door , frantic and numerous as they were she let them continue for a few moments. Candles flickered lowly in the dark shop , casting uneven light on every surface and painting the Dunmer's grey face in a mask of shadow and light.The woman even looked healthier than from the day before somehow. Her face wasn't so sunk in and 'gaunt' anymore, her flesh was healthy and her eyes seemed less...different , though still  held those strange orange-red iris'. Currently her face was painted with black ash, a handprint running down her face showing just how she'd applied it, almost like a mourner in that way. She wore a simple dress of white, the corset kept mostly unlaced, though it's not like it interfered with the breathing she didn't need to do. Kalith tried to be as traditional of a Dunmer as possible in these trying times and it was at times, even dangerous with the Thalmor so her worship was paramount to her an an interruption was most...unpleasant.<br/><br/>Her hands were held on high and she faced a familiar object to herself, the relief of the Neverar upon death, the traditional cast that served as the helmet for the Irondil, the ministry of her homeland. "Neverar, wherever you may be, guide me. I only wish to return to the fold of the living. I long for your hand in this.." With that the pounding on the door seemed to pick up so the woman sighed and stood , brushing the ash from her white dress and in the process smearing some of it into the fabric, not that she cared. It was probably some foolish customer trying to find out if she would make them a sword or perhaps a noble who still remembered her craft. Truth be told she'd given up on seeing the Bosmer again after sneaking out last night and getting one last glimpse of the sleeping wood elf. Azura knows how hard it was to bite the whore instead of the elf but she managed. By the saints feeding from a real , living body had felt good as anything she could ever think of.<br/><br/>Slowly the door was opened and her eyes must have been tricking her because before her stood the delightfully shy, yet assured Bosmer. The expert hunter, the lioness in bed ( Kalith had merely pondered on that one) , beautiful for a wood elf even. The news of vampire made her jaw gape slightly as she looked down at Lithelle, a smile then forming on her face as she divised a way to play along with it. "Vampires dear? You mean the old excuse wives used to explain pregnancies while the husband was away?" The Dunmer smirked and waved the Bosmer through after using the hem of her sleeve to wipe the ash from her pale-grey face. It was clear now, Kalith looked much healthier. Her skin had actual color to it now and looked the much darker grey that it should and her eyes were no longer sunken into her skull as if she were sick. Soon the door closed behind them and the Dunmer moved to her counter and produced a fine bottle of Cyrodilic brandy to help warm up the poor girl. Her eyes traveled the familiar Mer body and then she tilted her head. LAst night the Dunmer hadn't noticed it, as her senses were majorly distracted but.. something was off about Lithelle, an injury, she seemed sick even and flushed.<br/><br/>Rather than insult the proud huntress with an offer of help however , Kalith in stead poured a large glass of brandy for them both and smiled over the brim of her glass as she studied Lithelle. "So, besides old wivestales what actually brings you back here? i assume you forgot something rolled up in the pelts? If it's a toy I'll gladly return it." The joke was delivered harmlessly, the statue of Azura hold her sapphire moon and star behind her glinting silver in the candlelight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>