Drake his part looked like he found some clothes for the other at least, something that was too big for him saying he could keep it and the clothes weren't his anyways. By the time Ryah walked back into the room he stripped off the stained clothes was just in jeans and a tank top. From beneath it you could see a hint of a tattoo that wrapped around his shoulders along with all the scars and marks on his arms. A lot of vampires could heal those but then again if they had them before they were turned they could stick around.<br/><br/>For his part Drake had quite a bit from what looks like cuts to burns to god knows what else on his arms alone but he didn't seem too bothered with hiding it. He looked to have some coffee in hand and the coffee marker had another empty cup next to it. Not all vampires chose to it as most human food tasted like dirt but coffee was hard for him to give up for memories alone. He hadn't expected anything out of Ryah as he sat as the small table not far away but when the other revealed why he was in his town his eyes brows raised up and his face grew grim, maybe even a little pale if he wasn't pale as death already.<br/><br/>"Well... that would be not good. I can understand... wanting to get her back." he said clearly showing discomfort but studying Ryah and taking in and able to tell the other was tired and growing ever more desperate if he was going to confess. "How is the wound?" he asked casually wanting to make sure the other didn't bleed out on him. "So. How do you know he has her?" he asked not sure how much he would be privy to. "And how do you know its this Phin?"