Well, all the essence I siphoned finally came to some use, she thought bitterly, tugging at her hair, which had become tangled and matted with the sticky remnants of their encounter, forming unruly braids.
Maelora cast a wary glance toward the slumbering figure. She wasn't sure what to do with him now. Thankfully, she didn't need to think about it for the moment. As long as no one saw them together, she could deal with it later.
She could have been more thorough with her cleaning, but exhaustion weighed on her limbs, and she left it at that. Returning to the elder tree, she slipped on the overcoat. She was about to pick up a couple of her other torn clothing, when the human moved, his lips opened to murmur something gibberish.