Dustin walked out of the room and walked side by side with Hund back to the room Rykar and he shared. "I hope not. I really don't want to see him again. I can still feel his arms holding me still as he drank from me so hard and painfully." He said in a soft voice. His hand going to his shoulder. He winced as the swollen and ovally bruised area was still so tender and where he had been bitten stung. He opened the door to the room and walked inside. Packing his bag with some clothes and put his four remaining daggers into the bag. He zipped it up and grabbed his guitar. He strummed it for a second but didn't seem to even have the life to play it. He threw it over his shoulder and carried the bag back to Hund's room. He waited for Hund to open the room. He went in and set his guitar against the wall and his weeks worth of clothes in his bag on the far end of the floor in front of the bed. He took out the crimson red dagger and put it in his pants. His liffeless eyes looked at Hund and a failed attempt at a smile was made. "Let's go get some lunch." He said softly. Heading out of the room holding his best friend's arm or hand. Whichever Hund would let him do. He walked with his bro-friend towards the dining area.