Ferra stood dripping and looking at the towel and robe, slowly with her ember locks dripping and curling slightly. Now that they were clean the natural soft curls became evident. Her green eyes accessed herself in the mirror as she slipped on the robe. It was soft and comfy, she glanced at her ribs showing through the lean muscle she had and frowned, scowling she stalked into the room. Why was she worried about looks now?<br/><br/>â€œThank youâ€¦â€ She blushed ever so slightly as she looked at the vampire with her soft green eyes, coughing she covered her mouth with the robe, only to have it come away blood spattered. â€œMyâ€¦since meeting youâ€¦Iâ€™ve become quite the bleeder,â€ chuckling weakly she sat down away from him and coughed once more. â€œYour name? You never told meâ€¦â€  looking around the place again she frowned, â€œwhere am I exactly? And why didnâ€™t you just leave me?â€