Anya smiled up at her papa as the man ruffled her hair, and then proceeded to take her cloak off. She folded it up carefully so that it wouldn't get wrinkled, and looked back at James again.

"Oh, you're right!" said Anya. She'd almost forgotten about being killed by the sun when she saw the almost naked guy and thought how he might catch a cold. Her papa was so smart, and that was only one of the reasons she loved him. There were lots more, though, and Anya considered making a list when she got some paper. It would say "Reasons I love papa".

She'd need to get a lot of paper.

"It would be nice to sleep inside, and even better to have a warm meal. I hope there's blood sausages. Or blood oranges. Or more mysterious blood candy. Where do you even get that candy from, papa?"

She hoped there was an Inn nearby, an Inn where the owner wouldn't call her a monster and try to chase her out of town.