51 - Night - Backdated
When she came home to the Opera House at last, she was tired. The evening had been a long one, and although not worn physically, she was worn mentally, emotionally from racing to keep up with all that had happened.
And yet, in spite of all of it, she didn't feel as fragile as she might have before. Even though she was tired, her mind spun busily, flicking through all possible ramifications that she could, trying to plan or guess. Because there *would* be ramifications for this night . . . that was a certainty.
However, there was one more person to attend to that night.
"Shiki?" She padded through rooms in search of him, hoping he hadn't been rash enough to leave.