Great. He walking like a man in the village who had to much drink and then stumbles home to his house and mostly likely his none to happy wife. Perhaps she should carry him, Stella muses as she helps Dagger right himself. It would make travel faster. Before heading away from the warehouse, she picks up the pack that she had brought along while finding him.<br/><br/>It's slow going after Stella does put him down, with her having to correct his balance every few minutes. Stella blinks in shock when Dagger looks at her tells her she's pretty, but a quick breath through her nose reminds her about the drugs in his system. He must be saying whatever he thinks. Even with that in mind, the love thing catches her of guard. "Oh really?," she asks the loopy vampire. Stella just sighs when he starts asking more questions and focuses on finding somewhere to rest.<br/><br/>She leaves him on a bench outside the motel office while she goes and checks in. Luckily it's only one floor so she doesn't have to worry about helping Dagger with staggering up the stairs. Once into the room she sits him on the bed, feeling more tired than she remembers being in a while. When men in the village got drunk they usually just slept it off. Stella looks at the vampire sitting before her, wondering if she could get him to go sleep. "Alright Dagger. Why don't I take your boots off so you can lay down and sleep this off?" Without waiting for an answer, she drops to start undoing the laces to his combat boots.