Ben too, gave a chuckle about vampiric allies, but most likely one darker in tone than Vorlae's had been.
The firbolg looked across from where he sat, where the elf now stood. "An' you don' have to jump in after me, wee one," he half-scolded the very adult person before him. "Take more care next time," he instructed, with a dash of warning. She'd been allowed in the company of a dragon. Putting said dragon in danger at this age was going to get her frozen or run through. Her slender arms rose out to the sides and Zainaben finally ended her self-inflicted mental torture and reached out to ensnare her.
"I missed ye too," he told her awkward little self. Their social graces considered, it was a wonder the two of them had made it so far into their friendship as they had. While he had her there...
"Sometimes I do," he whispered hurriedly, and with a toothy, fang-ridden grin firmly in place, though his face was tucked over her shoulder. When he moved to stand and released Vorlae, Ben's face was serious again, as if the whole thing had been a daydream. "Get some rest," the giantkin urged before he departed.