-Alexis Lycan, 18 Years Old-
Alexis stares at the kneeling vampire in utter confusion, running her words over in his head repeatedly. He absentmindedly reaches up to place a hand on his wound, which was still trailing blood. Feeling the slickness of his blood, he cuts a small swarth of cloth from his fluttering cloak and binds the wound.
"What are you talking about?" Alexis finally sputters after he is done with his impromptu first aid, his voice quiet in an effort to not wake the slumbering soldiers.
The vampire shrinks back ever so slightly under Alexis' hard stare. She does not dare look up as she replies.
"You are the Goddess Arabella, are you not?" Plain veneration laces her every word.