Mina was panting a bit, feeling absolutely awful. Her body was so weak that it didn't even generate heat. Every drop of blood she had gotten from the stranger was converted to energy to keep her organs going. She hated feeling this helpless, like when she was held captive in the hotel's dungeon, but back then she had something to hold onto.
She gasped a bit surprised when she was ripped out of her stream of thoughts as the stranger swooped her off her feet. She felt even more helpless like this, but the welcoming warmth of his body was too inviting to reject. 'I'm not helpless you know... I just haven't eaten in such a long time that I lost my mind...' she murmured a bit.

Zhalia smiled and huddled against him. 'Hunters can be made though, if he has the right attitude.' she said.