Somehow, his laughter didn't upset her. In fact, she found herself laughing with him. It felt good, laughing at nothing. It'd been kind of rough week for everybody in Malk Town, even her.
It made sense. Even if the guy's blood had disagreed with him, if he was sick, eating more might make him feel worse. Like eating food when you had the stomach flu.
An addict? "I thought you were all addicted to blood?" she said. Well, they ate blood. So not the same thing. She was addicted to blood. And the Kiss. "It helped Connie, kind of. And Cian a couple of days ago after the fire." She frowned. "Been a rough week for everybody around here, huh?" Even before the fire.