She hesitated, her fingers stilling on his sleeping brow. He is not human. He is not benevolent. He himself has told me that several times. He is a trickster, a manipulator. But he was not cruel. Nothing he could say would make her believe it.
She slipped through the chaos of the chaos of the crowd, her fingers slipping from exposed flesh to flesh. She sipped and supped from them all, the sheer amount of people making them none the wiser to her feast. They did not suffer from it, a night of rest would replenish what she stole. It was a far cry more noble than her past, when she had lured unwary men to her only to drain them completely, casting them aside like the empty husks that they were. Yes. It was far more kind.