Phaedra knew there was something too. She saw it every time she took a life by feeding. She felt that was likely the equivalent of a soul gaze, actually; taking in a life like that, the memories in the blood, was very draining.
And she always remembered everything she saw. There was no forgetting things that were that raw, that purely emotional.
Briefly, Phaedra wondered if she'd ever be able to feed on someone like Harry. The aftershock would probably drive her out of her mind, if not outright kill her. If it ever came to that, to having to drink Harry's blood for some reason, Phaedra wasn't sure she would be able to do it.
She nodded at Murphy, one side of her mouth moving upward into a slight smile.
Phaedra could see Murphy as someone that she might potentially be able to befriend. There were precious few of those people. Harry had sort of snuck in there. But Murphy was no-nonsense, much like Anita. Despite their obvious differences, Phaedra and Anita got along quite well.
"Well, hopefully now Harry will stop acting like everything is so precariously balanced. The vampire bodyguard isn't so bad," she said, eyebrow raising. She took a second, considering. "Certainly not in this outfit."