Tao was laying on his stomach, staring closely at the pattern woven into his sweater that covered all but his fingers that poked through the loose knit. His purple gaze trailed to Ashley as she approached. It had taken some convincing at first that this wasn't all some dream, that she was actually helping him. He sat himself up slowly, legs crossed as his black lips curled into a slight smile that showed his dull acrylic fangs. In the last few days he had started to recognize her, his mind was less foggy and he could retain new information better.<br/>"Is it so late already?" he asked lightly spotting the unmistakable paper cup with his medications. He shifted and put a hand out toward her. With the cut in sedatives he was supposed to be taking he was less unsteady and could dream properly, though is still haunted and tormented by Hagin. The bruises and other injuries inflicted by members of the night staff would still take time to fade.