Ryah was too panicked to feel embarrassed about the lack of his usual grace, even as he nearly crashed into Drake. "Oh god, Drake. He's--there's a-- we need to leave," he managed to get out, grabbing the vampire's arm, trying to tug him down the stairs. They needed to get away before that creature came after them. They needed to get help, they needed--they needed-- His heart was hammering in his chest, trying to blast its way out and splatter the wall. Drake was refusing to budge though, instead his voice was soft, coaxing, like he was talking to a skittish animal.<br/><br/>"Of course I tried to piss him off. Have you<i>met</i>me?" Ryah answered, his voice a strangled octave higher than usual, though his nerves were slowly settling, his heartbeat calming bit by bit, Drake's little trick taking hold. "I'm fine, I'm<i>fine</i>," he promised, slumping onto the stairs, other than the burn mark on his arm. It wasn't too severe, though it would hurt like a bitch soon enough.<br/><br/>"What<i>is</i>he?" Ryah asked quietly. Kane wasn't like anything Ryah had ever come across. Then again, vampires were usually the only things he tended to run into. Ryah had yet to meet a kelpie or a werewolf or anything else of a supernatural nature. He hesitated, something niggling at the back of his head. Was this...the fox spirit Drake had mentioned once? Drake's old lover?