Chantelle grabbed his hand and nodded, taking her glass with her as they began to walk. Her eyes looking up at him then back ahead.
"My lineage hasnt contacted me since the war.either dead or hiding i guess. Grandson ay. Your getting old Gabriel."
Winking, she squeezed his hand and licked the blood off her lips. Her hair swaying in the gentle breeze, her eyes now at their usual colour.