[That is a feeling she understands all too well. What ultimately, is probably the most frightening thing of all. She's genuinely only seventeen years old. But even she looks into the future and finds the prospect of eternity frightening.
Of watching the people she cares about, even other vampires, slowly decay over time, while lingering on as a pureblood.
In the end it's a moot point, though, as long as she returns home. If her plans succeed, then just reaching eighteen isn't looking too possible. But she understands- maybe not the extent, not having lived through it, but looking through the memories of that person who is still so important to her.]
No one wants to or deserves to go through life being lonely. Least of all for reasons of being different. In the end, that feels too much like a punishment.
[Not being able to interact, for those reasons. She glances up to him.]
A couple of grumpy hunter's aside, that doesn't seem to be a big problem here though, huh.