That had been the first questioning look she had got from the vampire. Was it just her our had there been a trace of fear there? "We'll have to deal with that we get there. You won't completely panic will you? Or will you sleep during the daylight hours during our flight?" The people's stares don't bother her. Often during the nicer seasons when traveling isn't so bad the monks came to administer to the sick and trade for supplies. Stella sighs when he asks about shopping. "Yes. I will need help. My mother went shopping for me when I was a little girl. She's been dead many years thanks to your kind. Reaching the edge of the village, Stella checks her packs for the scroll the monks had given her in order to secure their passage. The man at the air strip quickly reads the message and starts preparing the plane.