Drawn to the light, the servant clung to the ledge and listened. It’d been a long time since a sacrifice had come if its own volition, and the mistress had become more distant the hungrier she grew. The servant reached out, a single leg perching at the edge, and bid herself not to tremble. She would lurk, hovering and waiting until the right moment, and then she would strike. She would draw the mistress back from the shadows again with a proper sacrifice, and all would be bright again.