TW: VAMPIRE ATTACK
Richie barely knew who he was. He couldn't remember - at most, it was an itch at the back of his skull, traveling down between massive shoulderblades. But he knew Yennefer was important to him - felt it. Felt it so deep, deeper than a canyon or the very sea itself. Knew that whoever this was, he was trying to help them both.
But he couldn't calm down - everything, muddled thoughts and pangs of hunger and rage that burned bright as a supernova and was concentrated to this very moment, was slipping and sliding on a see-saw in his head and he howled, whined, snarled at Ethan (which he'd feel bad about later so sorry, bro).
He was like a giant puppy chasing his own tail. Help, help, help.