"Ghhk," she says, jerking slightly, with each order, though she quickly lurches to her feet, and walks towards him, almost as if she were a puppet whose strings were being pulled. She takes a deep breath, and begins to talk. "After I left that horrible prison, I made my way to the nearest large city, and found a manor house that was relatively secluded. I easily infiltrated the place, and within a day had control of the entire staff. It was then that I discovered that, despite my best efforts, I could not use my ability to feed off the life energy of mortals. It simply... did nothing. In my fury, I murdered the lord and lady of the manor, and assumed their guise, which explains this formerly confining outfit. Try as I might, however, I couldn't feed, and soon found that my spells were failing, at odd intervals. In addition, I was plagued by images of you, the one who freed me. I couldn't approach you while you were in the city, but I observed you for the last several days. I was planning to make a move, anyway, when you left the city. I followed you most of the day, and approached you now, and you, clearly, know the rest." Her eyes flick to the stone in his hands, a combination of fear and desire on her face, both terrified of the stone, and desiring to have it back.