As Reginald and his servant continued their stroll, they came upon a rather odd sight; A young woman had been attempting to stand up from beneath a tree, only to slump back down with an exhausted expression. To Brunhilda's eyes, this person seemed merely sick, but Reginald knew far more about what was going on. He'd been around long enough to recognize the signs of an exhausted vampire out in the sun, and it was clear as day to him that this was what was happening to the young woman, "Brunhilda. Might I trade my can with the umbrella?? I will be needing a small bottle of blood as well." Reginald mused to his servant. Brunhilda looked to her master quizically, but followed his orders never the less, swapping the umbrella and cane, and producing a tiny bottle from her sleeve. "Thank you kindly Brunhilda." Reginald said curtly as he walked towards Issa and loomed over her, his shadow and the shadow of the umbrella blotting out the sun, "It isn't wise to sit out without protection you know." he said in an amused tone. The vampire knelt down to his fallen brethren and uncorked the vial of blood before holding it just in front of her face, "Drink.".