Rae is drowsy, not fully awake, when he appears. The painkillers may have left her mind a fuzzy and muted place, but she can't stop herself stiffening at the sudden-vampire-leaning-into-her-personal-space. Even though she recognizes him, she lifts her open left hand unconsciously against his chest as though she could ward him off. Especially after last night, sudden - even if familiar - vampirage has her on-edge.

Vampirage? Is that even a word? She can't be sure. Maybe vam-peerage? He is of noble lineage, after all.

Some part of her drowsy mind is aware that she's rambling. If not out-loud. Well, even that's up to debate, isn't it?