How coincidental.

She sighed. "I just do what older people say, and Cordelia's older than you so just listen to her," Alexiel said. She was emotionless, but she didn't want someone down her throat for something that wasn't even her fault. "So I'm just trying to get you to do this before I get yelled at."

Alexiel rolled her eyes. "I'm going out," she said, and with that, left the apartment. She knew she wasn't supposed to kill, but her plant was beginning to wilt. Just a small animal would do... hopefully. If not, she was sure she could find something at the florists.

Alexiel walked down the sidewalk, looking in alley ways for anything living. There were some nearly dead rats, but they wouldn't work. Sighing inwardly, the young woman took out the seed of her plant and stroked it. "Don't worry, I'll get you something," she told it reassuringly.

The next alley way she saw, there was a dog in it... and it didn't exactly look friendly. She dropped the seed, watching as it grew into her plant. "Have fun," she said, grabbing a key from her pocket and walking into the florist's that was just so conveniently next door.

Might as well start working on the next days work while her plant was eating, right?

Alexiel was working, though, when she began to feel dizzy, paused. She rubbed her forehead, her stomach beginning to hurt. She knew it was because she didn't eat, but she wasn't going to do it. She had fought off hunger countless times and besides, she was too busy to eat. So what if she was drastically underweight and her bones were showing... it wasn't like she was going to die or anything.

Though fainting could occur.

And faint she did.

Her vision went blurry and she fell out of her chair, falling into a heap on the floor. Rather unfortunate that no one would be there until the morning.

Catherine, at the same time, had woken up again and she walked to where Jira was. "Where's Alex?" she asked quietly upon not seeing the older female.

The little girl blinked. "This late?" she questioned, looking at the clock. It seemed rather late — and dark — to be going somewhere this late. "Is she ok?"