@darkenforcer
The weapon that her recent victim had left behind was held in safekeeping. People may think that it was a trophy for her, but it was far from it. She didn't intend to keep it, but only to return it to its rightful owner. She held the very same axe that sliced right through her side. She still moved, the black goo that covered her injury still at work with the healing process. When she feels Yuri's presence before he's even spotted her, she uses the tendrils to coat the axe in its thick black liquid, and with ease, it seeps right into her. Concealed inside her own flesh.
Dar'khol's blood was thick on her, but there would be no telling if it was his or not. Yuri wouldn't know any better if she didn't say:
"I killed him."
She's sure she doesn't need to elaborate on what she means. She turns to face Yuri, green eyes observing the very man who said his eyes would be on her.
"He said he was sorry."
