They moved in silence to her front door, which was one of only two on the top floor. Elisa opened the door for them, and they walked through together. Once inside, Dominique found herself looking around curiously. It was a fairly big place, she realized. Not nearly as big as her own of course, but it was nice. There was a high ceiling, a sunken living area, and an angled wall that was almost all one big window. The subtle scents, clean and welcoming, evoked pleasant feelings in her too. Everything was neat and, while not exactly elegant, very beautifully and thoughtfully laid out. It was apparent Elisa had taken her time with it and took pride in her apartment. It definitely had the feeling of a sanctuary, a… home. At her feet, she felt something furry and warm bush up against her leg. She stiffened and looked down, seeing a gray cat who was purring a little.

”Cagney likes you, I think.” Elisa smiled to her.

”You have a cat…” She observed. Well, obviously Elisa had a cat, she internally chided herself a little for saying something so perfunctory. Of course, she felt like she was about to pass out from exhaustion, so perhaps it was understandable that she found herself at a loss for eloquence.

”Do you like cats?” Elisa asked, her own mind rather running on fumes at present. Cagney meowed to her and went towards the kitchen, obviously wanting a refill on her food or water – She’d get to that after she saw to her guest.

”I… never thought about it one way or the other.” Dominique admitted as they walked towards a hallway.

”Not a pet person, huh?” Elisa replied.

”…my… I have a dog. I like his company very much.” She admitted.

”What’s his name?” Elisa asked.

”He doesn’t have one.” Dominique told.

”Huh, why not?” She asked as she opened the door to her guest room for them.

”My kind, traditionally, don’t name things – I didn’t used to have a name either. Not until… much later in my life.” She confided.

”Really? So… why ’Demona’ then?” She asked as she sat her guest gown on the bed and sat next to her tiredly.

”…It’s a name I haven’t used in many years, until tonight.” Dominique told her softly. ”A human gave it to me long ago. He called me that out of… We were friends, or I’d thought we were friends. Allies, at least, against a common foe. The humans we fought with said that I fought like a demon, and they looked on me and my kind with a mixture of fear and respect. At the time, I’d thought he’d meant the name out of respect, and as a way to lessen the fear of the men who followed him in some way. Now I… I’m not sure I ever knew him at all.” She regarded Elisa again, bringing her mind back to the present. ”In any case, it’s not a name I want to define me anymore.”