Celina mimicked a yawn as she got out from her bed. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she rushed off towards the bath, her superhuman speed saving her some time before she needed to go to the bakery and begin her nightly duties. She hummed a lullaby as she bathed; ideas for recipes raced through her head as scented bath salts were scrubbed against her pale fleshed. The vampire listened for Nicholas, unsure where her maker was, and figured it was best if she didn’t call out to him, knowing very well that the man was either preparing a body, playing his instrument, or simply, just asleep in his coffin.