blood like mercury

If anything, Byl's reply further stirred Caiaphas' interest. Her falcon-yellow eyes fell on the brown blood that riddled the gaunt female's frame -- notably without apprehension or terror. Caiaphas had witnessed many terrible things in the world, and blood was the least of them. If anything it made for interesting conversation.

"Who's?" She queried, her voice insistent. If this did not loudly express that Caiaphas was no more stable than Byl, not much would. She simply must know -- it mattered not if this woman seemed altered -- in many ways, Caiaphas was too. Her intrepid gaze was unwavering as she awaited answer.