She jolted, pulling her hand shamefully back to her side. "R-right. We should have been more careful. I suppose I was... distracted." Vorlae inhaled sharply, pulling her knees to her chest, gripping them tightly. "Thank you for tending to Adalon's wounds."
Silently, she fumbled with the plating along the top of her boot, at a loss for words. She had so many more questions for their recently reunited firbolg friend, but she felt as if she had already pressed her luck. Testing his patience with one last direct inquiry, she asked weakly, "Do you wish to remain a vampire?"