Faylyn shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her tea now cold in her hand, barely touched as she had been entranced by his story. She opened her mouth to begin talking, though she stopped, unsure of her next words. She silently thanked him for his understanding. She sat with him in the silence a little longer, listening to her steel clock in the background, soothing the mood. "I believed you to be dead. I was not adamant on finding you, though I heard whispers." She looked over at him as he stayed quiet, seeming to understand, though having no response to give. She sucked in a breath, still relaying the story in her head. She shifted once more, though noticed Alistair's green eyes gazing at her. She gave him an awkward smile, "I apologize....I'm just quite surprised by your story. That you've been living a whole new life...and as a vampire none the less" She saw his lips move up in a smile, nodding his head slightly in agreement. "Are the vampires as deranged as the werewolves are here in England?....Do you get any abilities...being a vampire?" She thought for a second,<span style="font-style: italic">He must know for sure what I am</span>she thought with alarm before realizing his nonaggressive actions, "Does this mean you know what I am?"