Morning came and nearly went before the girl awoke. The other people within the shop had risen at their usual times... the world moved on. Tessai had checked in on the girl to make sure that there were no problems from what all she had been through. She slept deeply. He was not worried, she had endured much more than the average human would usually encounter. Sleep was restorative and part of the healing process.
Ururu had brought in something clean for the girl to put on and laid it on the small table in the room. With her shirt in the condition it was in, she would need something at least intact when she woke and was ready to leave. If Uruhara had peered in to that room, no one could say as the owner of the shop seemed to be absent. Of course who could ever tell what that mad scientist was up to? Nothing good more than likely.
Byakuya had risen and gone through his usual morning rituals. While everyone was elsewhere, he too had slid the door to the room open and peered at the girl. He got the distinct impression that the shadow panther was watching him. He did not stray into the room, never opened the door wider than was necessary to do a cursory check... But he did look in.
Her skin was pale, save for where the Hollow had attacked her. The healed claw marks were a darker shade of her skin, slightly redder in tone. Her hair was black but not. It was strange, perhaps it was a trick of the light... But her hair actually seemed to be more like shadows and moonlight dancing over the blade of a sword... Surely, a trick of the odd half lighting. He didn't know what her eyes looked like, he hadn't seen them... She looked to be mostly at rest and she did not seem to have moved from the position Tessai-san had laid her down in to heal her. He chided himself mentally for lingering as long as he did and shut the door.
"My my, such a strange sight... Is that actually concern from the ever stoic Captain Kuchiki? Surely the morning light is playing tricks on my eyes." Came the annoyingly cheerful voice of Uruhara.
To his credit, Byakuya did not outwardly react.. However, had Uruhara been able to hear the other man's thoughts, he likely would have been running to the nearest safe place... Calm and composed he turns. "She faced a Hollow and lived to tell the tale. And when she wakes she will have to be questioned. There is nothing more to it than that." Comes the cold response.
The door was quietly shut and Byakuya moved from the shop like a breath of winter, leaving a chill in his wake. Uruhara knew when to keep quiet... at least where certain people were concerned. He had no desire to provoke Byakuya to unleashing Senbonzakura in the shop. He looks at the closed door to the room. It was most logical to think that it was merely the job... with Kuchiki it was always the job... What a shameful waste of youth.
As morning came closer to mid-day, wakefulness began to pull at Erisia. The first thing she registered was something akin to pain... It was not wholly physical and thus was harder to understand. The pain fell away, leaving her body feeling oddly like lead. She was beginning to contemplate finding a way to remain in the obliviousness she'd been in. However, now that it had started, she could not stop the waking. A soft sound of pain fell from her lips as her eyes fluttered open.
Her vision at first was full of haze which made it difficult to make out anything. Slowly it cleared and left her blinking... She was no longer where she had fallen. Which was some measure of relief. However, she was not in a hospital and she certainly was not at home, so where was she? Cautiously she rose, which pulled at her side. Though it had been healed, what had been clawed was now stiff. She moved the tatters of her shirt aside and observed that there were no claw marks. The back and side of her shirt were still badly ripped but there was no markings on the skin beneath, at least no markings that should have been... Merely scars... Things did not add up.
Timidly she looked around the room she was in. There wasn't much to see. There was just a futon and a few little odd and ends. It was then that she noticed folded clothing. She made her way to it. She felt a bit weak, and was a bit unsteady but she didn't stumble, thankfully. It appeared to be in her size... just simple jeans and a t-shirt... But it was better than the tattered shirt and the blood stained pants... though the pants were black, the material felt stiff where her blood had soaked it.
She changes into the jeans and the pink t-shirt that had some rabbit on the front of it. It wasn't what she'd have chosen for herself to wear, preferring more, mature attire but it was better than trying to leave wearing her tattered shirt... Once done, she folded her own things, out of habit more than anything else since they should probably be thrown away... and looked around the room again, feeling a bit lost.
She didn't know what to do. Should she go explore and perhaps find out who had rescued her and healed her? Or should she stay where she was and wait for them to come to her? She was standing there, lost in thought, her clothing folded in hand when the problem solved itself. The door opened and the sudden light that was then blocked in part by a person shaped shadow brought her gaze up.
Her nearly onyx eyes raised up until they met shadowed gray.... Not that she had really been thinking of moving but in that moment, any ability to do so was lost as she was frozen to the spot. Part shock part something else left her only able to stand there. It was the man who had been standing upon the very air itself. But that wasn't possible - was it? Surely that had been her mind, which was understandably overwhelmed at the time, playing tricks on her - right?
He was tall and there was something almost regal about him - even though he was merely standing there in the doorway. That curtain of long black hair... Mentally chided herself before her mind could get further away from her. She bowed politely. "Forgive me, I did not mean to stare... I was startled..." She says softly.
He regards her carefully... if he was caught off guard at all by her reaction no one would have been able to tell. It was refreshing however, to see a person being respectful. "We thought you were still resting, forgive me for startling you." Comes the cold but polite reply. "How are you feeling?" He inquires.
"Confused... mostly... but physically... just a little stiff... How.." She pauses, looking down as her words fail her. "How is it that I am healed? Have I been asleep long?" She asks, her tone betraying her worry.
"The explanation of how will come. You have been sleeping for less than a day." He answers.
It was at this time that another voice rose over the noble's head. "Our guest is awake... how wonderful." Comes Uruhara's voice... Byakuya moves aside so that the girl can see the person speaking to her.
"Are you hungry? We were about to have lunch." Uruhara says with a disarming smile.
"I would not wish to further impose. You have some how healed me, left clothes for me and allowed me to rest here..."
"Too polite. You are our guest, come, sit and eat with us. You really should eat something it will help you feel better." Uruhara chides. Erisia bows in acquiescence and slips out of the room... She pauses only long enough to stop next to the man who saved her.
She looks up at him. "Thank you." She says softly, before turning her attention back to the table she was being invited to sit at.