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Eve smiled at the spirit vampire woman weakly, something edging towards great fullness flashing through her aqua eye, before she turned her attention back to the bowl with soup and gingerly started eating it. Usually, she would have touched about half of the bowl. However, now she was so starved that about everything went down within minutes. Yet, despite being hungry and devouring the soup quickly, she made sure to mind her manners and not to make it seem like she was eating as fast as she actually was. Not only her father would have scolded her for that, but the cook of the family was well... and that mean old maid who would chase her through the house- she too. Now and then, Eve glanced down at the cat who was happily leaping up the milk. The shadow of a smile spread over the girls emotionless futures and for a moment lit up her usually depressed aura... before everything returned to normal again.

The little girl listened in silence as the woman spoke, a look of pure confusion crossing her face. A-a bath? What is that? She thought to herself, yet dared not ask the spirit vampiress. Instead she just nodded her head, avoiding direct eye contact as she spoke. "O-okay... thank y-you, miss..." little Eve stuttered out shyly, her voice soft and quiet, as if it had never been made for ever being raised above the tone she had just used. She glanced up at the vampiress briefly, before tilting her head, "I-I...am...Eve..." she introduced herself timidly, before watching the woman and dog walk away. She had the feeling the daemon would sleep with her this night.... like it had every night ever since they met. The little girl did wonder, though, how the spirit vampire would react... if she found out about the daemon's true identity.