Jonas ran a hand through his white hair, feeling the moisture separate and stick to his palm and fingers. A chill was with him, goosebumps were raising on his skin as the vampire spoke. He found it eerie to speak to the dead, and have them speak back. He doubted he would get used to it.
"Alive at night?" He echoed back, his groggy gaze upon her. He looked a mess, with his hair tangled and his clothing dishevelled, as if he had tumbled down a hill while he slept. When he awoke in the night, he had feared that eyes had been on his form twisting and turning in restlessness. Eyes of wolves, eyes of rodents, eyes of anything that had them. Including the woman's. Jonas touched at the cuff of his sleeve where the remnants of his blood stained it. The memories from the night were foggy, but he remembered the way her teeth sunk into his wrist and how it was to have his blood, his life, drained from him. Yet, the wounds were gone, as if it had never happened. No scars. Nothing.
"At least you were able to find some rest, no matter how little." He said cheerfully, and began to roll up the blanket he had tossed on the forest ground. His knees hit hard cold rock, and ached long before he was finished. It was like he was some old man. In a sense, he was. Jonas had lived far longer that what he should have. He was a blasphemy walking. And it was that sour thought that he stuffed the blanket back into his rucksack with. Jonas' joints cracked as he stood, and he once more stretched his arms above his head.
"We have a long day a head of us." He said, "Will you fair? Cloud cover aided you yesterday, but it looks today like there's a break of blue sky. I'm half expecting you to burst in to flames, honestly."
