Cydrao walked towards the barn. He was fiddling with his pocket. Trying to get what he needed. Where the hell was it? He must have left it in the barn. His fangs sharp in his mouth. "Fuck! Where the hell is it?!" He growled. Finding a tablet and swallowed it. That would curb the hunger until he could find his shot. He looked at her. "I debated not checking in. Skipping out isn't my style." He said. His tone edgy which she should, having worked with him for years, know as meaning he needed his shot. He tensed and untensed. He closed his eyes. Ignoring the stinging cut in his side. "Rough night is putting it lightly. Never came back into town. Stayed outside. Got attacked by rogues from Bastain's crew. One of them bit me. Another scratched me deeply with a blood knife." He rummaged around. "GOD DAMNIT! WHERE IS IT?!" He cried out. Of course the other slayers were always intimidated by him when he needed his shots but couldn't find them. He treated Seveline like his friend. He had even to her face called her little sister. She should still have some spare shots for him. He would have to go to the witch doctor a bit away from here to get a whole nother stock pile of them.