[gremlin]

"Hm?" Ellie looked up from the fire to see Oliver had finally woken up. She shuffled slightly tightening the blanket she had over her shoulders against her body. It was a cold night. "Of course, sleepy head." She teased, she reached down to grab a pack of pasta, tore it open then poured the noodles into the pot. "I'm just making some pasta if you want some. Should be ready in about ten minutes, there's a canister of boiled water over there if you're looking for a drink." She nodded towards the truck.

Ellie remembered the night they first met. It had been a night of violence. Oliver had turned and seemed feral, one of her regular clients had called her to take care of what he called a "wild beast". But what she found was a very sick man who had fallen victim to a curse. It was weird to say but she could see it, the desperate look in his eyes. He was in pain. Despite almost losing her head that night, she was thankful she had taken a chance in saving him. Now she had a friend.

She hoped to soon find closure for Oliver by finding the Pureblood that had bitten him. Yet there seemed to be no trail left behind and as time went on she knew he grew closer to becoming feral. "How did you sleep?" She asked as she stirred the pasta in the pot.