Rozalia's eyes followed Valerion until he disappeared amisdt the snow, and then her eyes darted to the softly groaning corpse stood behind them.
"Ick." She muttered, looking at the empty, gormless look on the old man's face. That was pretty cruel, bringing him back for no reason. Deciding to try and ignore the shuffling corpse, her gaze was drawn to Vincent's steely features, his own eyes still glaring after Valerion.
"Vincent?" She called his name softly. "What as he? That... he wasn't a Vampire." She asked uncomfortably. Even without having Vincent's sense, she could tell that Valerion was not alive, and yet not a Vampire. Was he some form of Draugr? But he appeared to be fairly intelligent - Draugr just yelled at you in some ancient language and tried to skewer you.