Didn't all vampires sleep like bats or in coffins? She is relieved that she won't be sharing the bed with the vampire.  The monks had emphasized modesty in there practice, so it was quite shocking when Dagger just drops his pants in front of her. A furious blush comes over her face when she sees his perfectly toned body. He looked like some of the younger monks that practice active mediation in the court yards. Except for the fact that he looks like he had been molded out of the snow that never melts on top of the mountain.  The room itself is quite strange and unfamiliar to her. At the temple they lacked such thing as electronics and running water. Setting her stuff on the side of the bed she shifts nervously. So far from everything she had known for years. It's unnerving.<br/><br/>After sitting still for a bit, she has to use the bathroom herself. At the temple the bathing area and the rest room had been separate. The monks had made dividers for her as she got older. Her eyes being quicker than most, she catches him completely naked before he wraps the towel about himself. The rest of him appears to be carved of pure what snow as well. Like he did in the airport, she freezes up, unsure what to do in this situation. She hears him but can't move. And then her brain lets up from it's fog and and she bolts out of the room. Stella curls up in the arm chair by the window, trying to keep from crying and not having to much success. Showing weakness isn't an option, but tears still sneak past her tightly clamped eyes anyway.