Iseulith’s eyes hardened as the elemental pulled his head away squeezing his eyes shut tight. The vampire had been more than willing to use a glamour on him and in fact would have if given the chance but the man was smart and quick even in his exhaustive state. Lighting sparked from his form lighting the space around them for a moment before he slipped from beneath the ancient creature to turn and grab his wrist. Iseulith smiled brightly flashing all of his teeth and fangs in the process. “Oh my poor sweet child, I know. I don’t want you to be a prisoner either.” He looked at the man’s hand grasping his wrist tightly. The electrical charge crackled through him and rebounded off of the powered energy within. It seemed he could dissipate the energy at this point though he doubted he would have been able had he not consumed the blood. Cersie was looking over his shoulder a the departing Utaa and the vampire shook his head softly. “They are my familiars. They are like true pets to me. I do not see you like them, I want you to be my companion.” He offered playfully, reaching out to brush the man’s hair from his face with his free hand.<br/><br/><br/>The vampire marveled at the wind elemental’s strength even in his much weather starved state. Cersie’s hand began to shake before he pulled away, that last show of strength had likely been his last. Iseulith surmised it was the element of his nature that he would need to survive which posed an interesting dilemma. How to feed the lad without freeing him, especially if he would not look into his eyes. Iseulith composed his face into a frown of developing reason, a complex emotion he had seen once or twice in his life but could recreate flawlessly. He dropped his eyes to the mossy earth in concession, “I suppose that if you really are that unhappy with me, I have no choice. Allow me to do you a gesture of kindness for allowing me to partake in your most precious gift. It will leave me soon as you do now and all I will have is the memory. I wish to preserve it in its most pristine light. Allow me to have you bathed and clothed and then I will show you the way out.” He held his hands in an open gesture to the man not moving towards him and not looking up to him. His lips quivered with veiled sorrow at his own impending solitude once again, and though he was unable to cry, his eyes glistened. “Please…”<br/><br/><br/>The familiar Utaa had located his brother in one of the halls. The boy, his twin had manifested a window to peer out of using the magic usually reserved for casting his human form. The window was crude, small and poorly rendered though it was successful in its purpose, to poke a hole through the dimensional fabric into the outside world. Utaa hissed at his twin who stood now as a coiled and fully reared giant cobra. His hooded head was large to accommodate his gaping mouth. He looked over at his still human looking brother with a flicker of his long forked tongue and a blink of his huge dark amber eyes. His scales were a deep midnight blue bordering on purple and they glistened in the soft moonlight outside.<br/><br/><br/>Utaa approached his serpentine brother with another warning hiss and reached out to smear the window from existence. The cobra pounced on the boy, sliding his heavy undulating body around the lad to drag him from the window, squeezing him tight enough to crack his Human ribs had there been any. Utaa wheezed and trashed under the grip smacking his brother on his scaly hide in a silent demand to be released. When his request was not granted he stretched himself into his true form which was identical to his counterpart though his scales were a pleasant and vivid garden green. He uncoiled from his illusion to slip from the others grasp and smash the window with his tail, effectively banishing it from the space. He wrapped himself in his human skin again and the magic surrounded him like a shrouding mist. He beckoned for Cixathe to come with him to the bathing chambers, nuzzling him softly in apology for ruining his fun. It must have taken all of the dark familiar’s magic to open the portal as he was unable to reclaim his human form just yet.<br/><br/><br/>They made their way to the rendezvous point and Utaa began to heat the water for the bath after setting the clothes somewhere safe and dry. Cixathe merely slithered into a shadowed corner and curled into a pile of dark coiled scales. He almost completely disappeared there and only his bright eyes could be seen watching Utaa fill the bath from a pitcher, adding salt and fragrant oils to it. The steam from the bath should have caused his hair to stick to his face but it just moved over him with no apparent effect and he worked in complete silence communicating with his twin non verbally the entire time.