At different points in her previous attempts, she always found a way to Sylvia's cottage. However, every single time, they fought.
It was a given.
She slowly reached up and pulled the bucket off her face. The thick stench of monster dung clung to her skin and hair, dripping down in heavy clumps. Her fingers paused for half a second as she lowered the bucket, then her eyes lifted.
A cold glare slid toward Sylvia.
"May I use your bath?"
That was the first thing she said.
Sylvia merely gestured with two fingers toward the back of the cottage, not even looking particularly surprised.
"It would be terrible if you kept stinking up my cottage."
Lilith said nothing more. She turned and walked past Sylvia, boots squelching faintly against the wooden floor as she disappeared into the bathing room.
