Oh. Vampire. That was new. Jono had no reason to disbelieve what she was saying, especially considering the way that she was being kept. Well. If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure you can't hurt me in any way.
Jono wasn't sure there was any blood in his body at all. He knew he didn't have a heart, or lungs. Or a trachea. Or a lower jaw. He hadn't exactly cut himself to see if he bled anything, but if there was anything in his veins, it was likely to be sludge without any sort of circulation happening.
He placed a hand over his chest, as he thought about these things. There was a firmness there that he didn't understand, and he knew that if he removed the shirt, it would be only the burn-less fire. The energy. Great flames that didn't have form.
I'm sorry that you're kept like this. I know how it feels to be in a single room for an extended period. I'd be happy to keep you company if you like, and if you don't mind the presence of a virtual stranger.
Jono tried to imagine how it might have felt if he had somebody there with him that understood at least a little bit about what he was going through. Maybe he wouldn't have cut himself off from everyone so thoroughly.