there are as many truths as stars in the sky, and everyone of them different
perhaps that is the only real truth
What if he was out? Or otherwise occupied with some human doing god knows what to them? The thought sets her teeth on edge, sucking her lips hard against them as her brow creases. It was what Vampires did - logically she knew that. Still, she wished that it was different. It was hard to over look a thing like drinking another's blood and really, she should be more nervous about showing up on his door step. It makes her almost want to fidget but she is more concerned, at the moment, with making sure that she hasn't been followed. She is fairly certain Frost would make himself known again and this time she might not be so lucky. Instinctively her hands find her wrists, massaging and pressing into the blue veins that had ached with a very mild form of frostbite. She had been lucky he hadn't done worse and it galled her that in the end being a witch couldn't help her.
Except that she had begun to meticulously brew potions with the effect of rapidly warming the blood. She wanted to test it on a person with a fever, hoping it would 'sweat' out the sickness faster than normal methods, although she could easily just heal them with her hands. Not that she wanted to, the side effects were not very pleasant and she didn't wish to be weak but it offered a safety net if anything went wrong with her concoctions.
Goodness what was taking so long? It was only a few moments, really, but Sorcha was fast growing restless in her normally patient body, twisting to and fro and eyes unable to sit still. Did that shadow just move? She peers at it, not even hearing as his door opens - of course, it is probably as quiet as air seeing as it likely cost more than all her furniture put together. Don't worry, he starts, and she jumps, her eyes cutting to him as her hands find their way to her chest as if to shield them and to sooth the way her adrenaline spikes.
He would know. He had better senses than she did and it is only that which eases her worry about Frost but does little to ease her worry about Dareios. Still, she was here and leaving wasn't an option. She flicks her eyes past him for a moment before smiling slightly. "I suppose I can as long as you promise not to bite me? I'm here for business, no pleasure," she jests, her melodic voice somewhat strained with an exhaustion that she was trying to ignore. There is humor in the situation however, that she comes running to a vampire because he is safer when in truth he is just another devil in the night. When he allows her past she scopes out the place. "What a grand place you have, Dareios. How many centuries did it take to acquire such wealth?" Her tone is curious, openly wanting to know about the life of a vampire, her fear of Frost forgotten now that she is in the abode of an ancient vampire.