Connor was silent for a long time, pondering what she had said. He knew she disliked her life, just the fact that she was willingly volunteering without taking blood from the homeless was something he had thought strange. She was an oddly holey woman, something he would have thought would have been impossible after three hundred years of living. 

He never took being human for granted. Being a hunter, he saw any number of demonic beings, of supernatural beings, and just the simple fact that he could breath, his heart could be, and he was breakable was a blessing to him. It was something he could never take for granted, the fact that he own blood flowed through his veings, his heart pumping it through. 

He sighed, and reached over, to lift her face up gently so he could meet her eyes. He took a deep breath, dropping his hands to the ground. "There might be a way" He said softly, "To give you back what you have lost" his tone was serious, as he continued to speak. "There is always constant rumors to a cure for vampirism" He said, his voice soft, but carrying in the night wind, and he was glad for his spacious farm. He licked his lips before continuing, "Potions, things like that. But one that has always been popular is a medallion, which when mixed just right into a potion can reverse the curse. Your own blood will flow through your veins once more, your heart will beat, essentially, you will go back to how you were before you were changed...I believe its out there, for I believe that for a curse to occur, there has to be a way to reverse it. There is no action without a reaction. There's a catch, many believe. A catch that only a vampire who is pure of heart can be cured" 

He dropped his gaze briefly, before looking back up at her. "I would help you find this medallion"