Dynah entered the basement of the cafe after exchanging information with Parker. Waiting downstairs was as set of new clothes, left by Elizabeth. She glances into the bed room and can see the still body of her new sireling. Resting, transforming into her new form. Elizabeth and the others had cleaned the blood from her visible skin and lain her on a bed, arms resting on her chest.

Dynah walks over to the still form, she gently moves a strand of hair from the new vampires face.

"I'm sorry this happened like this, but tomorrow you will rise anew." Dynah whispers with a sad look on her face.

Taking in a deep breath she steps away, grabbing the small pile of clothing, and heading into the bathroom. Dynah shuts the door, setting the clothes on the counter. She turns to the shower tub combo and turns water on, running it and adjusting the temp until the water is practically scalding, and plugs the tub and pours a few drops of bubble bath into the basin. As the tub fills with water she peels the bloody clothes from her body. She'd managed to remove a lot of the blood earlier, but not nearly all of it.

The bloody clothes get placed in the empty hamper. She'll wash or throw them out before she lies down to sleep.

She steps into the scalding water, or at least it would scald a human, but it is hot enough to turn her skin slightly pinkish. She relaxes into the water.

Dynah allows herself to relax for a few minutes, before dunking herself entirely under the water. She stays like that for a few minutes, she has no requirement for air anymore, but even in her undead state she feels a need to inhale. After she rises from under the water, wiping water from her eyes she the grabs a clean washcloth and begins to  scrub away the blood and feeling of the day. While scrubbing her mind flits threw the events of the day, making notes about various things. Focusing mostly on the Party and the meeting at the cafe.

Once she is satisfied with how clean her skin is, Dynah sets to work washing her hair. This takes a bit of time since there is blood that had dried in it.

Dynah drains the tub and quickly uses the shower head to rinse off any soap residue. She moves quickly through the process of drying off and getting dressed. She is wearing a comfortable set of pajama shorts and a t-shirt, grabbing the hamper as she leaves the bathroom.

She has been here many times, since currently Elizabeth runs the cafe above and lives down here in the buildings basement. The washer and dryer are in a small room next to the bathroom, along with the furnace and water heater. Double checking that the washer is empty Dynah tosses her bloodied clothes into the washer and add the appropriate cleaners to the mix. Turning on the machine.

Turning the light off she leaves the room, dropping the now empty hamper off in the bathroom where it belongs. she walks towards the guest room, where her new sireling lays. Elizabeth is there with a few blankets and pillows looking around the room confused.

"I'll make a bed on the floor, not far from the door." Dynah says, smiling at Elizabeth.

"Of course mistress, my apologies that I do not have a cot to set up." Elizabeth says, helping Dynah to manipulate the blankets and pillows into a spot to sleep.

The makeshift bed won't be the most comfortable thing, but not the worst either. Dynah has certainly slept in far worse places, like the cold hard ground a few times while they were on the move.

"It is not of worry, Elizabeth, do not fret," Dynah says, a small smile on her face. 

Sleeping on the floor for the night while her new sireling transforms would be no burden to her, it is what her father did when he turned her, being there when if she had needed him or awoke early. And it has how all of her sirelings have had their transformation and many of them have similarly been there for those they've turned.

"If there is nothing else you needed Mistress mother, I will return upstairs to tend the cafe." Elizabeth says, before leaving the room.

Dynah settles onto the floor, the make shift bed actually quite comfortable. She picks up her rarely used cell phone, and types in a phone number before pressing the call button. Taking a deep breath she holds the phone to her ear.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello," comes the voice threw the phone.

"Phaeron," Dynah sighs.

"Dynah, darling what can I do for you?" Phaeron says voice soft.

"I'm confused, and conflicted." Dynah admits.

"About what?" Phaeron asks, her curiosity clearly being heard.

"I've made a new sireling, and originally had not intended for myself to turn her. There was a party, if that is what one would like to call it, and she was drained almost to her heart stopping. Then blood, and hearts being removed from chests." Dynah says, voice quiet, "I might have lost a little bit of my control. But what were they thinking? And they knew of my intentions to invite her into my bloodline, but didn't stop those of their own lines from killing her."

The sigh from Phaeron on the other side of the phone is loud and clear.

"Eunice I presume," Phaeron mutters, slight dislike in her tone.

"Yes, and then I brought her here to Elizabeths cafe. There was a meeting of sort happening, and by the dread Goddess I didn't know it was this bad." Dynah sighs, disappoint apparent.

"Darling...How could you have known? You mainly spend your time with your line, or elders, add on how the others coddle you." Phaeron says voice slightly stern, "They didn't wish for you to know so they hid it from you, and as all do they slipped up this time."

Dynah sighs nodding, "You are right, but still I'm over two thousand years old."

"So are they my dear, you just haven't been letting yourself be treated as you truly are. They still view you as the sweet young girl who was sick and on her deathbed when Lycidias did something in desperation to save you." Phaeron says, "They forget that besides your father you are the oldest transformed of us."

"How do they forget? Forget that my fathers first to turn was myself followed by you a few short days later! That you were the one entrusted with my brothers turning when father refused to change any after the 12 of us as the firsts?" Dynah said, doing her best to keep her voice down.

"Forgetting is the choice they've made," Phaeron sighs, "Should you need me know I am only but a call away. Or a bird."

"Thank you Phaeron," Dynah says before hanging up the phone.

She settles farther into her make shift bed and closes her eyes, though her thoughts fight the pull of sleep.