[@thewizardguy][@Remipa Awesome][@pure darkness]

Mithias ran a hand nervously through his hair in a self-soothing gesture as he started at Hank. He looked into his awakening eyes, trying to see who he was. Maybe Hank was still in there, relatively unchanged. Mithias hoped for some glimmer of the child he had come to know, hopefully happier, more at ease. Mithias himself couldn't read shit, and it was beyond frustrating. It was like being the handicapped vampire, paramount to a mere human. He wondered what Gabriel and Chantelle could see in Hank, and what the elder vampiress had thought of what she had just witnessed. 

"Hank?" He started. "Are you... How are you feeling?"