While Kara drank, Hallbjorn watched impassively. She could have been drinking grape juice or soda or a fruit smoothie for all that he seemed to mind. Her need for blood had not changed anything in him towards her, and he did not show any sign of being disgusted. When he was done he took the empty container and rinsed it out in the bathroom attached to the room and discarded the container in a waste bin. The others were in a mini-fridge near the bed. There was no kitchenette because this was a Motel 6. They were lucky to have the mini-fridge. He could easily afford better, but this was convenient and out of sight. It would take effort to find them here that it would not take if they were in the penthouse suite of somewhere finer.<br/><br/>The blond man had just doffed his trench coat when the female related her fear of the dark. He looked over at her and saw that her gaze was averted. He felt awkward in the face of her admission - he ought to say something comforting but he did not know what or how to approach it. Instead he of saying something that could make the young woman feel worse, he walked out to the truck. There was an emergency kit within, and when the Berserker returned he had half a dozen candles and a lighter in his hands. Road flares would not really work as well for this purpose. The large man moved to the night stand beside the bed, and set a candle on its end, lighting it. The flame cast a soft, warm glow into the room, doing its small bit to banish complete darkness. Air flows in the room made the small flame dance to and fro ever so slightly, but it never seemed in danger of blowing out.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, near the night stand. He lay the rest of the candles on the nightstand. "I will make sure one is always lit." The large man told her softly. He did not ridicule her or her fear. To him it was not something to berate or belittle her about; it was not some irrational thing of childhood that she should be found wanting for not leaving behind. There was a lot of things in the dark to be afraid of.<br/><br/>"When you become fully immortal, all of your senses will sharpen. In time you will find the night as bright as the day and blackest darkness will be as light." The Berserker promised her. "But for now, Kara, sleep. I will keep the dark at bay. You have my vow." It was silly for him to be so solemn in his promise of something as trivial as keeping a light on for her. He flicked off the electrical lights and they would have been plunged completely into darkness if not for that candle. Hallbjorn sat quietly in the chair, and the flame danced against the golden lenses of his sunglasses. He steepled his hands at his waist, despite the urgency he felt to rest, and waited. He relaxed somewhat when Kara's breathing evened out in sleep, but he did not rest himself.<br/><br/>He made a promise.<br/><br/>When woke again, there was a candle still burning on the night stand. Hallbjorn remained awake. He had taken off his glasses at some point while she slept, and they had been thrust into the neckline of his shirt. The injuries sustained earlier were all healed, as well - even a cut that had gone to the bone of his arm was gone without any indication he was injured save for dried blood. "If you want to take a shower and clean up, there are toiletries in the bathroom." While Kara slept, Hallbjorn had paid a significant sum for one of the motel staff to make a run to nearby Walgreen's, where they had purchased a toothbrush, toothpate, soap, and shampoo and conditioner for the young woman to use. It all waited for her. The Berserker imagined that she would want to get cleaned up. It might help her to feel more comfortable in her own skin.