Rathe had finished with her work for the day, and the sun glowered on the horizon as it began to transition into the later evening. Slipping off her moccasins, she would move to the fireplace, putting on a kettle of water to boil. She rarely ever felt like eating, especially now that she'd seen the results of her last.... accident. The released bacteria had caused the body to expel as much water as possible into the alimentary canal, shriveling the body within hours. So here she was, making some simple tea, like she did every day. Never once in the centuries that she'd lived here had she missed her evening teatime, and she didn't intend to start now.
Putting her cloak on the makeshift bamboo hook by the door, she sat down and massaged her muscles. Again, just a ritual gesture, since she hadn't actually felt sore in... well, since she'd last been fighting for her life.
But today, of all days, there was a disruption in her "normal life". Three knocks at her door. Rathe's whole body tensed; people rarely came to her cottage, and whenever they did, it was usually just to ask for directions, no one ever asked about the plagues. Standing up, she'd pad over to the door and open it.
"How can I help y-" Oh. Of course, after nearly half a millennium of causing no trouble, they'd send someone after her. She blinked once... no, her eyes didn't lie. It was an angel. Immediately, she thought about running away, planeshifting somewhere else, but she hadn't done something like that in forever. Even if she tried, she'd probably only be able to move a few feet away.
"Well? What do you want?" Her mouth was set in a thin line, and she was looking directly at him. At any moment, she could probably turn the surrounding foliage into something useful, but that'd definitely give him enough time to pull something of his own.