INT. - MAMA ROAN'S TRAILER - NIGHT
Mama Roan groaned in the dark, her people close around her, supporting her. Someone trickled water between her lips, making her eyelids flutter, brightness too sharp for her old eyes.
They'd brought her inside, circling her bed, packed tight into her bedroom, the feel of the tribe in her small trailer like a pack of fearful wolves waiting for their leader to falter. She would not. Could not. They needed her, now more than ever.
"Mama Roan." He bent over her, his pale face blank, but his eyes showing her all the worry one of his kind could muster. She lifted one twisted hand, touched his flawless cheek with her fingertips.
"Vampir," she whispered.
Benedict kissed her fingers, squeezed gently, healing energy flowing through her, warming and strengthening her. "You old fool," he said, low and deep. "You should have told me what you were planning. I would have helped you."