<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: violet">Lecia shrugged "I can eat food but it doesn't keep me at my best but since I am not in danger I can afford the blood I need only every few weeks" she said shrugging gently. She felt nervous for asking such things of a human a friend someone who had been so kind to her. Trying to turn her attention from herself she looks in the fridge "Well I can make a stew from what you have in there" she said with a smile. "Thank you for not judging me" she said unable to look at him. <span style="font-style: italic">I think its time to see my little one again</span> he thought as he knocked on the door.</span></div>