She noticed his troubled expression even back as he was talking about chickens, but she decided it wasn't her place to ask too much. "Not if you treat them right.." she said quietly, looking up at the stars for the duration that he was attending to Bessie. She ad heard what he said about the warhorse and made a note of it. To do that, she'd have to get a young colt and strike a deal with or bribe the man into training it. Warhorses did need a lot of work after all... 

Movement caught her eyes and she looked just to see Connor coming over to sit next to her. His question both caught her off guard and saddened her, though she didn't show exactly the extent to which he had brought hurt to her. instead she forced herself to smile weakly. "Is that what you were wondering about...?"

Finding a relatively large rock, she placed it about a yard in front of her. "I find it...disturbing myself, that you should find need to ask that question."

Plucking a few smaller pebbles from the ground, she tossed them at the rock, a couple missing, but most of them hitting spot on. 

"With all that you've seen from me...how could you imagine that I like being what I am?" she paused again," I have witnessed everyone that I loved age and perish. I can not attend church. I am feared by all manner of animals. I can't eat food. I hunt humans for blood, and am hated on the spot by anyone who knows what I am and has a lick of sense....there's a long list of small pleasures that humans take for granted, that I can no longer do."

She swallowed, holding herself back. "My soul is cursed...I can only pretend to live amongst humans...and the company of those like me is one that I abhor..." she sighed at this, " The old vampires are slowly dying old, and the new ones only care about blood, sex and money..."

She stared at the large stone in front of her, having run out of pebbles and things to throw at it. "My life should have ended 300 years ago...being human again has been my most dearest wish for all of these years. It is a pit of constantly growing despair...not so bad for the first half century...but afterwards..." she stopped, not wanting to ramble on about small details that weren't important. Taking a deep breath, she decided to definitively answer him, and she did so with a great amount of surprisingly gentle determination.

 "Even if I had one heartbeat left to me before turning into a wrinkled, old corpse...I would rest easy knowing that my soul would be in his good graces again."