A little bit of a dreary day, and an even more dreary looking ghoul slinking into her bedroom.

Cirrus looks up from her claws, brush pausing after her half stroke. Ah, painting her nails red. Her ears perk up but soon flutter low and her eyebrows knit together. "Hey, you okay? You don't look so hot." She puts the brush back in her nail polish and blows on her claws a bit, careful not to touch anything with the wet nail polish.