The monk like woman kept walking while the vampire went to go bathe. He could catch up with her quite easily."Better," is her only remark to his first question. Stella wonders at the why women always want him to be clean comment, but she won't ask about it. Of course she had been keeping track of how much of the day had passed, and was keeping a look out for a suitable place to pass the hottest part of the day.<br/><br/>Stella stops herself in order to catch another light meal and a light nap via mediation herself. She could still be aware that way but get some rest. That is until Dagger starts tossing and turning as well snarling in his sleep. The word father passes his lips in a snarl. Stella watches him the grips of a nightmare, debating with herself whether or not she should wake him. Would that proud stubborn vampire take well to having her see him so weak? On the other hand, she does have a creek behind her in order to replenish her water supplies. She sighs, before uncorking her water skin. Standing a little ways back from the plagued vampire, she sends about half  of her water supply splashing over Dagger.