Yoko looks at her. He was about to answer her when she suddenly crumpled to the ground. "Well...that was unusual..." he mutters. "And my dear Damphire...you know littel of this world." he says. Picking her up tenderly. Jumping up onto a roof top and vanishes off into the horizon. Coming to a stop at a temple like home he'd built for himself.  He lays her on the bed.<br/><br/>And walks over to the drawer. Pulled out a sharp razer and cuts his wrist. Letting his fruity, exotic, and most definetly intoxicating blood pour into the cup. He stops pressuring the blood out and it healed over again. He puts the razer in the disposer thing and carries the cup over to her. He sits on the bed behind. Pulls her up til she was half laying and half resting against his chest. He gently pries her mouth open and pours the blood in slowly.<br/><br/>He felt bad for the way the Damphires were treated but as it was not his race he could do nothing about it. The gods treated their half-bloods better yet he'd never admit that to anyone. He looks at her. "Come on now...return to the land of the living." he urges and coaxes gently. Pouring it very slowly so she wouldn't choke or drown on it.