Artemis's face fell, her eyes going wide as saucer's at Dietrich's transformation. She hadn't expected him to be able to change his appearance, or that when his mask was taken off that he'd looked like that. She almost pitied him, and wondered if he chose to hide his appearance on purpose, but then again, that thought was quickly disregarded. Of course he did.
It was a lot to take in, so her mouth hung open a moment longer, moving only slightly as if to speak before she pressed her lips together in a frown.
"So you are a vampire," she released a held breath, it coming out trembling from her lips as she looked away, or more precisely, down at the book with a bit of a pout. It was still hard to swallow, and she had no idea how to respond to any of this. And she was tired, and sore... and just wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
Please let this be a nightmare. was all she could think, but she had a sinking sensation that, naturally, a nightmare this was not. So carefully, she drew in a breath to calm herself and let her eyes raise back to his.
"Please forgive me, I.. I'm still having a hard time swallowing this," and just the act of admitting that set her to tears as she looked away, and recalling the kerchief and began to work at dabbing at her face.