Exchanging life stories with a being she had no personal attachments to? Yomi could do better. Once her nurse came to check up on her at the end of shift, she excused herself, leaving Skulduggery to his own devices. He had gotten some answers out of her, which was more than she owed him. Let him count that as a success.

As for herself, she didn’t feel any more inclined toward company than she had before Skulduggery had found her. If there was no amusement or payoff in spending time with others, there was no point. And in truth, there was some company in particular she would be happier avoiding.

With stronger strides than she’d managed last night, Yomi veered away from the common activity areas, letting her feet carry her out into the hall and up the stairs to the second floor. She felt closer to her old self--which old self, she wasn’t sure--when she was moving with purpose, even if it was only an illusion.

But often illusions had proved themselves more comforting than reality in Landel’s domain, she had to admit. Reality had been nothing but a burden the last few days.

At the end of her walk, she found herself in the Chapel, which was appropriate, since it was the last place she remembered before blacking out the night prior. The fountain, though, that was gone. She stood looking down at the spot where the inscription had been and wondered if she should make the Chapel her destination again in a few hours, when the sun had gone down. Now that Skulduggery was off her case and all.

A...visitor?

After the therapy session had ended, the nurse cheerfully announced that this mysterious person was waiting for him. Puzzled, he had to wonder how far their insistence to keep up appearances extended. Keep up appearances for whom, exactly?

Nonetheless, Seishin was led to the front of the building into some sort of waiting room. It was still empty when he entered, and after he had sat down in a chair the nurse left to collect his visitor -- or so he assumed.

He frowned. A visitor, was it? He had no idea what exactly to expect... Would it be someone he knew? That would be...impossible, wouldn't it? The fact that he alone had been dragged away from such a bloodbath was absurd enough as it was, after all. Surely, no one from Sotoba would be casually visiting a place like this, convinced their former village priest -- who had betrayed them, no less -- was simply 'mentally ill'. Not after such a mess...

Still, he had a bad feeling about this...

Well, hadn't that been a nice warm up?

Now that Cox had had a rounding game of fetch with Bingo, he was done with the day and the sacrilege it brought. The only problem was that he still had one more loony to deal with. This one he had no intention of bothering to go get either so the only effort he wasted was awaiting the guy's arrival at the door. With just one knock, he threw the door back, just missing thumping the small nurse and ordered, "You, in. You, go," to patient and nurse respectively.

Once orders were followed, he slammed the door and looked back at the newcomer, watching and awaiting a response of any kind.