Erin's ears twitch and wiggle. How long was she gone? She feels grey, listless. Without thought her hand reaches up to pluck at the air near Ryja, a bad habit from worse times in Miami -

She sucks in a shocked breath. Lust? She's getting lust? In this state, in these clothes, after admitting she needs to feed? Lust? Really? Fucking -

(Hey pot I heard the kettle has a blackened ass.)

AND THE HORSE!

The sound Erin makes will not be helping Ryja calm down. Already there's more color in her cheeks.