Letha smiled fondly as she thought about Jacob. He had been the one eating the hot wings, and he was enjoying them so much that she found that she wanted to see why. They had been good, not as nearly as fulfilling as blood, but she thought she could understand his delight over them. "Yes, yes, only a second or two, but it did happen," she chuckled. Speaking of the mess that she had had from the hot wing was making her feel as if she needed to clean herself. Grabbing her napkin, she dabbed at her lips and wiped her fingers until she was sure she didn't have any crumbs on her whatsoever.
She had known why he had left her all those many years ago. She understood needing to find himself, to follow his music. It had been difficult for her, she had felt as if a piece of her was missing after that. "I followed your music," she then admitted almost shyly. Being stuck in Rinth shortly after their parting of ways, she couldn't go watch him perform, but she had heard his music, had clippings of his achievements in a journal and she had records purchasing any she could find. She had been proud of him; she was proud of him.
She could tell his mind wandered for a moment, could tell he was thinking of things from his past and she wondered what all, exactly, he had been through. A question maybe for the veranda, she thought. As she stood from her seat, after he had pulled it back for her, she relished in the caress of his hand against her skin and then on tip toes gave a kiss to his cheek.
"Don't dawdle too long, my love," she said softly and then made her way to the veranda, opening the doors and stepping out to look at the night sky. Though the rain came down softly, the sound and scent of it was soothing and the cover above head kept her dry. She took a seat in one of the chairs and closed her eyes as she focused on the rain. Being a vampire her hearing exaggerated, it made the sounds of rain much more enchanting if she concentrated hard enough on it.