by ToxxicRenegadeAngel » 04/09/2017 7:03 AM
Drake nodded to Mick's suggestion, and clapped his hands. "Young lady, I believe I know something that may help you - but first, we must eat." He led them to a table, and beckoned the innkeeper over to serve them.
A little later, Shaya was pushing what was actually a very good omelette around on her plate listlessly, cautiously avoiding looking at the dark brown liquid Drake was sipping from a tall wine glass. He had assured her it was only synthetic blood substitute, designed to give him the nutrients he needed without the bloodlust which came with drinking actual blood, but it still creeped her out.
Mick remained at her shoulder, silent for the moment; he hoped his plan would work.
"I remember who I was, who I've always been. Sometimes I forget I'm not that person any more."