“You never cease to amaze me,” Lydia said in wonder as Shenyo rubbed his blood into her skin. She leaned over to closely watch the procedure. “that is strange that I was burned. I hold fire in my hand all the time. I wonder what made today different?”<br/><br/>His touch was both stimulating and soothing at the same time. Lydia was beginning to think that he was like a potion or a drug. As her burns began to slowly disappear, a thought struck her. She pushed down her sleeve and looked at Shenyo with fresh eyes. He no longer looked exotic. Nothing about his looks had changed, but he was just uniquely him. A feeling of joy made her chest feel as if it would burst being so close to him. She was no longer confused by it, but wanted to stand closer to him for the sheer comfort of his presence.<br/><br/>“Your blood?” Lydia began, struggling to formulate her thought. “Have the nobles ever tasted your blood?”<br/><br/>He became quiet.<br/><br/>“With your blood having healing properties, that must mean that there is powerful magic running through your veins. Shenyo, if the nobles know of your blood, then you are in more danger than if you were only a vampire slayer. I must know. I think we need to find a safe place soon, for you have a story to tell and there is knowledge I must have.” Lydia spoke with reverent hushed tones. Her urgency could be felt as she put the bloodied hand on his arm.<br/><br/>“I think the house sensed something, with the both of us. Maybe through passion of any kind, the house could feed from our blood.”<br/><br/>She put her hand to her head and looked around as if trying to locate something important that she had lost.<br/><br/>“My head hurts thinking of all the greedy, envious spirits that lie in the world. Together, we can stay safe. I figured that out with the business of the house succubus. What must we do? Do we go forth and take an offensive stance or do we let discretion be the better part of valor? Do we carry the fight to the nobles or do we protect ourselves if the fight comes to us?”<br/><br/>Lydia paced the small glade and clutched her arms to her stomach.<br/><br/>"the nobles would be unstoppable with your blood. They would keep you chained and drain you nearly to death every day. They would become more powerful than before."<br/><br/>Finally she stood before him and pleaded,<br/><br/>"I find that I am distraught with the thought of losing you."<br/><br/><br/>