“I am [i]two hundred years older than you,[/i]” Tyaethe said slowly, even swapping back to Veltish as if that might help with comprehension. [i]Grounding[/i] her? How did Fionn really hope to do that? Grounding required some notion of… well, going out. Doing things. Neither of which, as a rule, the vampire tended to [i]do[/i] all that much.

… also he couldn't actually enforce anything and the only way she [i]wasn't[/i] his senior was the physical.

Her reaction to the blood being thrust in her face was considerably… hungrier than normal, locking onto it with a frighteningly intense expression until she turned away, focusing instead on watching what the Nithyr were up to. “Maybe ask me… later. When there [i]aren't[/i] enemies.”

Even if the number that posed a threat had dwindled to one or two. And she had faith in the knights. Still, waiting until things were calmer couldn't hurt.

[@The Otter]