[Devil hunter, he notes, though he really didn't see what fault there was in mercenary. But, it was her business, he supposed.]

[With his back to the sitting room, the way Hubert's expression sinks back into something more solemn at the reminder isn't visible. It wasn't so much that he'd forgotten—that damned phantom sense of nagging loss never left him—but it certain brought the feeling to the forefront, especially in the house. The place fit four residents well, but two felt overly empty.]

She was, yes. Her Majesty was transformed as many others were. It is a cruel thing, to force someone to consume the blood of others and rob them of the sun.

[The scent of coffee begins to fill the air.]