When they traveled through the sun's light, she had grit her teeth against the burning she'd felt. She would not scream, not in the face of this god. Especially when she was now living out what the Seer had once prophesied. Fortunately she had fed off of the great beast that had chased her, before, otherwise she would have one hell of a time healing the scorching she'd felt through her clothes. But the trip had been so fast that it was nothing more than a light burn.
Brynn held her own once he set her down. The ebbing pain, she refused to show, drew her out of what John, Nero, and the others, would have called fangirling. She stepped back against the house. As far into the shadows the sun cast as she could. "I am vampire. Their ancient blood isn't as sustaining as human blood, but it does more than the other mammals that I had fed upon." Why lie? She dare not.
"Besides, I am sure they probably taste a long the same lines as Alligator." She offered him a faint smile. "And I hear they taste like chicken."