Syna had a coldness to her that told him she needed blood. The girl hated telling him she needed it so he had taken time to learn the signs. Syna became cold and pasty with a stiffness that spoke of rigger mortis. It was not obvious that she had neglected the act of nourishing herself for quite a while. He didn't like that. "I think we need to do something before we go anywhere though." Closing his fingers around her hand, JÃ©an got her off the bench and into the hallway. "You didn't tell me, that's just not going to work." Shaking his head, JÃ©an looks over to her. "You need to realize it's ok to drink the blood, it's a necessity."<br/><br/>When they'd arrived in the Kitchen and to the counter, JÃ©an let's go of her hand and opens the electric wine cooler. The device had been set to human body temperature to warm the bottle he had placed there earlier. "You need to drink this." He told her firmly while taking what looked to be a wine bottle from the "cooler". Taking a wide and tall wine glass, JÃ©an pours a full cup. Holding it to her, JÃ©an watches her expectantly with the red liquid extended. "I hope deeply that you don't think I feel anything but relief when you do this." He knew it was a lie but he wanted her to drink. He always felt guilty about what she was, even more so every month when he was reminded of her condition..