[ casimir. the word seems to burn through him like lightning, enough that he steps out of reach and across the room in the blink of an eye. ]

There's no one else here, if that's what you're asking. [ larus doesn't look at him. ] I'm only going to stay until nightfall. You should think about doing the same.

[ because he knows they're going to swarm this place the second the sun isn't in the sky, and frankly, he'd rather not be around to try to fight more than a handful of them. he doesn't even know why he'd intervened the way he had anyway, regardless of what he'd felt or sensed. regardless of whatever this human named casimir says now, far too conscious of the way his pulse fills up the space of the room and radiates through him. it must be the hunger, pressing the edge of his tongue against a fang in an attempt to ignore it.

larus slips out of his jacket to feign some kind of normalcy and also so he isn't thinking about anything else, tossing it over the back of a chair nearby. the safe house itself is poorly furnished, holding only a few chairs and a table as well as a bed somewhere in the next room. the dust that coats some of the surfaces indicate it hasn't been used in quite some time. ]

Are you alone? [ had there been others somewhere that had died? ] You're the first human I've seen in a while.