She fake pouted and slid off of her new favorite horse, "Of course I do, horses live even shorter lives than humans. In the blink of an eye, she will be gone, if i don't do anything.."

She sat down on a patch of grass nearby. Despite her own words, she was happy. The fact that bessie existed meant that horses could be trained to not fear her...quietly, she planned a plan to breed a line of vampire fearless horses. It would come in handy if they never spoke again after this...or when he died. Reminders flashed in her head again- reminders that she's only got a few days with this man and his wonderful horse...but perhaps buying him the stud as a gift could keep things from going completely sour. 

She was pulled out of her thoughts as he laughed, laughed about his farm actually becoming a farm. She smiled genuinely and nodded, "mhm..and maybe some chickens or pidgeons too...." she sighed as she remembered some of the farms of her time, "make a more convincing farm...easier to feed yourself...and whatever 'guests' you happen to bring home."

Chickens...something that could feed all sorts of humanoids including vampires and werewolves. She personally had never had chicken blood and briefly wondered what it wouold taste like...certainly better than cold hospital blood, she thought. 

"What kind of horse would you want? A larger fellow, or maybe a racehorse...? I know a guy who still trains warhorses..."