Snippet #1074596

If the previous tune had made her want to cry with sadness, this tune had made her want to cry from happiness. The warmth of it pushed all of her pain away. She knew the pain hadn't disappeared entirely, but she also knew that it had been healed, if only a tiny bit. She started when Kit began to speak to her. She hadn't thought that Katherine had known she had come. Then, of course, thinking back, if Amunet had received extra senses from the disease, then all the other survivors must have to. After all, it was a very special disease. She couldn't expect the results to be normal in any way.

"Yes, I am hungry," Amunet replied, realizing just then that she truly was. "Where are we eating?" Amunet puzzled over her own question. She had no idea what the layout of the house was. In fact, she probably wouldn't even be able to find the living room again. She was never very good at directions. It had always been Isis who had known the way. That thought brought a pang to her heart, so Amunet hurriedly continued her train of thought. Pretty soon, most likely tomorrow, she would need to take time to get familiar with the mansion. She may bot be good at directions, but she was a quick learner and could probably pick it up soon enough. She also needed to find Norman and talk to him, probably after dinner. She did not intend to stay here for free, she never had. All she had to do was ask Norman what he needed to be done, and she would do that.

With that decision made, Amunet stepped fully into the piano room and watched Kit expectantly. For now, she needed to eat.