He shuffled further despite that though never close enough to really get a good hit of the scent of her blood, though it did tease his vampiric senses. She was safe. He was certain she was.
And he exhaled deeply, his eyes gazing at her still form, thankful that she was there, unharmed, though with one less than she had arrived with. The caver saw his empty sleeping bag prepared in her tent, rumpled and unused, as well as extra canisters of food for him in case he came back, and his clothes. Unluckily, he wouldn't be coming back. Not any closer than he was now, at least for the time being.
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