Nostalgia Is The Most Comforting Lie

"...I can feel you changing...."

Those would be the only words to reverberate out of Saiko's mouth. They were uttered in quite the sheepish manner to boot. Why? Because this shift within the Arrancar caused her to feel rather uneasy with the contortions brewing forth within his soul. There was no telling what was going to come next, but The Mistress of Melancholy really did not feel threatened by it. Nervous? Yes. Endangered? No. The mind of this woman was more socially unnerved at what possible persona could spring forth as a result of this morph. Combat wise? Saiko felt she yielded the potential to stop hostile intent if it did make itself known.

For now, however, Saiko trusted Rudi enough to not do anything horrid to her. And, even that within itself was a nauseating thought to the greater part of her isolated soul. As she wanted to be left alone with the tombs of her own woe, yet something was still pushing her to find the embrace of another. Didn't she want to remain within her pit of dejection? Didn't she want to embrace her life of a slayer and betrayer? It hurt in so many different ways, yet it felt like a relief in other portions of her heart and mind.

So, she'd allow him to shapeshift, evolve and develop into what appeared to be a more mature form. As he made his movements, acted like a chivalrous knight and kissed her hand; there was a flustered expression which quickly washed over the woman's face as her cheeks turned a bright shade of aqua. The Mistress of Glum really was not expecting that sudden of a shift in ego; as she was anticipating some type of cocky, happy-go lucky and nonchalant male to be his persona after having transformed. Even despite the fact that his whole appearance screamed of royalty, grace and diginity in her eyes.

So, she started to shake and tremble as a result of not having a point of reference to deal with this sudden change. It's why she took her hand back, smiled, but then quickly bit her lip out of a conflicted response from the emotional and physical stimuli stirring around within herself. It was going to take some time in order to wholly accept this form, but she wasn't put off by it. Ergo, she'd try and push through the uncomfortableness of the situation, breathe and respond to the male's words.

"...ok."

Quiet, but tender; the tone of her voice did not seem to indicate that she was irritated, afraid or ready to strike him down. Instead, it reflected a sense of apprehension with touches of affection and placidity had because of the fact they were right outside the footsteps of her home. There was not much to fear in the mind of Saiko if she were near her castle away from the world. In fact, the anxiety which stormed within herself was lessening. It did not vanish, not by any means, but the volume of it was lessened to a more bearable level because she could hide for as long as she wanted within the walls of her tomb.

Hence, as Rodolfo requested to step forth into her domain, Saiko nodded her head and allowed him to enter as she opened the mass wooden doors which led to her manor.

"You can....follow."

There was a pause in her words and that was because of the fact she was still doubting everything that had transpired. It felt as if she were making a mistake of some kind and it made her her heart flutter with waves of unsteadiness. Yet, she still continued to follow another portion of herself; a voice that was allowing him to venture in as she understand quite well that her inner self was rather lonely. Of that much, she could see with her levels of frenzy becoming to taper off now that she was someplace wholly safe. It would take an army of the gods to break through this home she constructed for herself.

"Make yourself at home."

Once the male entered the house, he'd be met with a rather lavish interior. Gold lights would be the first thing which flowed from the ceiling. When the lgiht of their flare ended, the brilliance of the plum world around them could be seen flowing through the room as the windows of the manor let in such wonderful outdoor light. Meanwhile, the floor itself was filled with glistening black tiles, while the walls were shimmering with a white coat of marble; having portraits of demon world painted by many different artists under gold frames scattered across them in colors of black, white and puprle with individual artwork.

All the while, the living room of this estate was vast and seemed to expand with enough space to fit two whole families in. So, Rodolfo would not be anywhere near as cramped in her home. If he were to pay attention to his right, he'd find a large cube-shaped couch for him to sit on as Saiko started to go up a flight of black stairs. This would take her down a row of halls until she found the bathroom to freshen up in.

Although, what was more interesting throughout all this movement was the fact that the woman's aura seemed to change. Instead of being drenched in the color of indigo, her body illuminated with a shade of aqua and her eyes soon followed suit. When this happened, a wave of cool air overflowed within the manor and there was a definite tone of shift because she felt comfortable, at peace and secure within her own little world sealed within her house. So there was no need for the foul stench of melancholy to grip the world around her.

To that end, she'd cease with her movement, take a slow breath and begin to have a wave of light overflow around her. What was this light? Simple: cleansing. Instead of using a shower, this wave of energy would wash her body clean, remove filth, freshen her clothes and drown the woman within the scent of a warm spring day. Rather than wasting time with a proper bath, the woman just wanted to be done and over with it so she could get back to being downstairs and inspecting the male further.

Hence, she would not waste a single second before walking downstairs and saying these words to him:

"Explain. You said you had things to explain...so explain them."