John
"I feel the same... This place is busier than usual..."
*The knight muttered in concurrence, balling a gauntleted fist and pressing her cheek against it as her eyes darted through the crowd. A few cutthroats had already recognised her and made attempts on her life, though from where they knew her was unclear... A bounty from her family? It mattered little...*
"While we're here, tell me something about you? I will reciprocate, of course, and considering we want to leave soon it doesn't have to be much."
*She struck up with a lilt in her voice, her expression softening as she giggled gently.*
Donald
*She was a little confused as to why the inquiry. Half of her wished she didn't approach this warrior, it seemed unlikely that they were going to teach her how to use a knife. The other half hoped she was an amazing teacher.* 
"Uh. I'm a healer. Kinda." *Although she could heal the majority of wounds. Although she could also find plants to sooth food poisoning and other sicknesses. Nobody wanted a fanged freak like her around.* "I do the best I can with the doctors in the local, find medicinal herbs for them and such." *Normally someone would sound more proud of this profession, but when Manon spoke she sounded distant instead of happy.* 
"I'm not very interesting." *Manon caught herself picking at the wooden table with her finger nail instead of actually looking at the person she spoke to.*
John
"A healer, hm? Any healing magic? One of my younger cousins from the Silnarian heartlands used quite powerful stuff, could heal whole limbs..."
*Elias mused for a few moments, grimacing at her last statement and shaking her head.*
"There's a spark in every stone, a wise man once told me. Maybe *You* Don't find yourself too thrilling, but people will. I'm quite interested in your story, dear... You strike me as peculiar, in a good way."
*She giggled again, this time with an embarrassed twinge as she called for a waiter, rattling off her order and addressing Manon*
"Meat, veg or fish?"
Donald
"Plenty of healing magic, actually I was top of my class in.." *Her voice trailed off as everyone in her class was killed, including the parents and teachers.* "It doesn't matter." *She traced lazy circles into the table as she spoke. She didn't really enjoy talking about herself due to her lack of confidence in herself these past few years.* "Vegi please." *She was feeling pretty hungry though it wasn't for plants. She had plenty of time before she needed to feed off another creature's life, hopefully enough time time learn what she needed and part ways with the knight.* "It's your turn, tell me about yourself."
John
*The knight would relay the order to their waiter, giving a habitual wink as she turned back to Manon - missing the blush and the shake of the head as the boy left them. She tapped the table with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, eyes hollowing as the memories of her past washed over her once more.*
"Ser Elias Alicia Bluedove, 3rd Marque-heir of the Bluedove Household, loyal to the Silnarian empire... Or at least I was, a long while ago. My grandmother might have liked that too, but such is cold fate. In truth, I'm not a salt-grain's worth of that title. Bastard daughter of an affair, to some deadbeat mercenary..."
*Her expression was anything but pleasant, storm clouds forming around her brow as she reminisced.*
"Sorry, I've said too much... You don't make many friends, wandering. Sometimes it... Just kind of comes out..."
*She'd give one last chuckle - this one cold, through glazed eyes - before falling silent.*
Donald
*She knew all too well how lonely wandering around could be. As much as Manon would love to be apart of a group, she was afraid that she'd lose control and kill the people she considered her friends.* "I'm sorry." *She didn't know asking would open older wounds for the knight. Emotional injuries were not something she could heal, even if she wanted to ease the pain of the past. From the corner of her eye she noticed the server from earlier making his way back with some food. Leaning back into her booth and placing her hands in her lap to provide a free place for her food. Her attention shifted from the young man and onto the wall beside her, focusing on nothing in particular. Once her plate was lowered she gave her gratitude in a form of a thanks to him, still without looking his direction.*