Cydro lifted his head. Sitting up and removing the rags. Some of the minor burns were healed. He turned his blind gaze in her direction as she called his name. He needed something bloody. â€œRare steak. Very, very rare.â€ He said softly. His fangs starting to poke down from hunger. It had been a long while since he had eaten. He smile a bit. â€œSoup would also be nice.â€ Even though for some reason I have a feeling it will be quite bland. He felt her moving the rags but didnâ€™t say anything else. What was there to say? She was healing his injuries that were in turn healing on their own. With some assistance of course. â€œIâ€™m sure it wonâ€™t take long. May I please have clothes of some sort. Loose or something. It doesnâ€™t matter. I just feel so...so exposed. What if other people come here. Everything is just open to their viewing.â€ he said softly. He reached out and touched her face. Tracing it with his hand. â€œYou are beautiful.â€ He said softly. Dropping his head when she ran back off to the kitchen. As he tried to sit up he groaned. It hurt so bad. He had burns in places that shouldnâ€™t be burned. He laid back down. A soft whimper escaping his lips. he was just not a panicker. He just..couldnâ€™t remember anything. He knew he had importance to him but just not what. His fangs were poking out from his upper lip just a tiny bit. It hurt like hell.