As Lily and Greer embraced, Lilly suddenly felt dizzy, her body weak. Feeling her go limp, Greer gripped her around the shoulders and led her to the couch.
"What's happening?" Penelope asked, seeing Lily's pale skin.
"I feel so strange," Lily mumbled, clinging to Greer. "I'm suddenly so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open."
"You certainly don't look well," Janus said, striding across the room to deliver a glass of water from the bar. "Here, drink this."
"I don't think that's the kind of drink she needs," Penelope said, looking worried.
Greer checked Lily's pulse, but couldn't find it. When he tried again, closing his eyes to concentrate, he sighed with relief, at the sporadic, weak beat.
Greer raced to the bar and opened a small refrigerator stuffed with bags of blood. He pulled the lid off one and guided it to Lily's lips. "Drink this," he said gently. "It will make you feel better."