She turns her eyes on the young....crow? Whatever he is, he's freaky looking. She knows she doesn't look too great either. She looks at the monster, whatever he is and tilts her head.] I ...I'm thirsty. Where can I get some water?

[But what she feels is even deeper, more primal than that. She wants blood. to feast upon. The more blood she drinks, the stronger she gets. She's horrified at this realization, her internal instincts hating her and wanting it at the same time.]