Donald
*She had enough of this, she should've said something much sooner. Now the conversation drifted to skinning animals, something she simply refused to be apart of. They were already at the hunter's stall and she held her tongue. Unlike the personal at the Tavern, Manon was too lost in thought to show gratitude to this man.* 

*Her hands balled into fists as she waited until now to speak.*
 "I-I just want to know how to end it's suffering quickly! I don't want it's skin."
 *Manon probably sounded ridiculous because she hasn't explained her vampire situation. She looked like a simple girl who just wanted to mass execute animals right now.*
 "I'm a.. I'm a Vampire." 
*She finally said, taking a step away from Elias in case the woman came for her head.* "I don't want them to suffer when I eventually catch them.."
John
*It was as if Elias imposed the silence that filled the air, the man raising a brow but shrugging and shuffling away - the problems of strangers was the last of his problems. The knight grabbed Manon by the arm, dragging her towards the forest, out of earshot of most of the village. Once they were sufficiently away, she'd push the girl away with a bark in her throat as she spoke.*
"With three words, a hundred mysteries would've been solved so much sooner... Animal blood won't sustain you, moonskin. Either you find a willing host, or you feed on whoever's closest. The third and fourth are harder options..."
*The last sentence carried a malevolent edge as she clicked her longsword in its scabbard, a broiling mix of pity and hatred in her once calm eyes. The hatred Elias felt for unnatural beasts was immense - for she saw herself as much the same. She stood still, not daring to move unless the vampire decided to drop this facade.*
Donald
*She had to jog to keep up, stumbling over her own feet as she was lead into the woods. 'This was a mistakes, this was a mistake' she told herself in her mind, her heart pounding in her ears. This was it, she was going to be cut down by the same person who just fed her delicious food. Suddenly she found herself reeling backwards, a total change of momentum from the forward jog. Once Elias started yelling Manon took a full step backwards, her focus shifting from her mouth to her sword.* 

"I admit I should've said something sooner.. I- I struggle with my identity." *She raised her hands slowly above her head to indicate she wasn't going to attack. Though her preferred methods of combat didn't require steel.* "In fact I'm a healer remember?" *A purple aura glowed around her raised hands, the same aura that all faith magic had from the healers in the cities. She didn't lie about what she could do.* "I've only bitten one person on accident, he's still alive and not turned. It was complicated.." *She took another step backward, hoping to get out of Elias' range*
John
"IDENTITY!? YOU ARE **CURSED. Sick...** It is a sickness of the mind, to accept such a monstrous state as part of yourself..."
*The knight stamped her dominant foot, grinding her teeth from the sheer rage as she roared. Her anger subsided as quickly as the winter breeze rose and fell around them, a deep and hollow sigh leaving her lips once more.*
"I don't know how to help you, Manon. A piercing weapon through the skull is the fastest way to kill any living thing, so pick up a javelin or a crossbow..."
*She daren't meet her gaze, still clicking her longsword nervously.*
Donald
*Leaned forward into a low bow in front of the knight. In appreciation for all the kindness she had showed in their short meeting.* 
"Thank you for the Parsnip and the meal, I appreciate the acts of kindness you've shown me." 
*Her voice was wavering, clear droplets falling onto the ground as she held in her cry. Once she stood up she turned to face the woods, the one the knight said had mutilated corpse recently. She began walking, despite the warnings. She didn't feel the need to tell the knight it wasn't accepted, it was forced upon her. All she could do was offer a prayer to a deity she didn't believe that whatever stalked the woods wouldn't find her.*
John
"The Gods may not bless you, but I will... May you find salvation, dear. I mean it..."
*The last thing Elias said to the young girl this day would be barely audible, her emotions getting the better of her. Vampire or not, this was a girl near her age, and the knight had shunned her. But there was only so much she could tolerate... Settling by the tree, she began to mumble an old Irtutian war song, as she tried to forget the day for a while.*