They've always kept their belongings to what could be easily packed away and brought with them, but the small house is comfortable enough, even in the dark. No family portraits, but a few plants, a bookshelf with a carefully curated selection of well-loved books. Some knick-knacks here and there. Nothing overly identifying, but a reasonably normal living space for all that it's darkened at the moment.

"My father is looking for me. He's a vampire."

Saying it out loud made it true, and Trilla still feels a small thrill at the knowledge even though it's been years since she'd confirmed it for herself in her waking life. The child she was, however, still feels as though she's told a naughty secret, and glances about furtively to confirm that the man in question isn't about to break down the door now that she's told.