"The quiet with Marian has its moments. Though honestly, I don't do well with such an idle life." He shook his head at her question. "There are birds, in the woods. Just none with the feathers I need. It's not," here he paused for a second, looking amused, "un fun. I only ever used the feathers of birds that were dinner." If only squirrels had feathers too, he mused with no small amount of humour.
"What do you need blood for?" Something to do with what she did back home, and vampires, he presumed. He shook his head at her question, picking up his sword, spinning it once in his hand as he did, he'd done that earlier.. "I'm good."