He wouldn't out and say it, but Zain wondered the same.  He also wondered what might make one want to live out here.  She was a witch, he knew now, but couldn't she sense it?  There was something strange about this place.  It wasn't at all the pleasant little meadow or the cozy little home Aria had made out of it- there was something else at play here. It didn't feel natural to him.  Perhaps he was being paranoid.  It was all too easy to say a witch lived in the woods now- he might have chuckled at that one- but if these woods now housed a witch, a vampire, and himself, what more could be lurking out there?  The prospect had him curious more than anything.<br/><br/>A subtle yawn escaped him.  He held it back, but his eyes squint and his brows knit together in doing so.  Aria offered them both her blessings in staying the night.  It wouldn't be a problem for him, since Zain genuinely slept with one eye open, so to speak.  He wondered about the vampire girl.  Weren't vampires really day-sleepers?  She mentioned an adoptive family.  Perhaps it was different for her.