[ He glances at her for a moment, pursing his lips, and then down the passageway. His ears tilt forward into the dark, and then he hears it, too: faint, indistinct, but clearly there's something that way. ]
Hm.
[ There are other things too: dripping water, his and her footsteps, and the distant, high-pitched call of some other creature haunting these tunnels he doesn't care to meet. The trail is more fresh the further they travel. ]
...I didn't realize vampires had such a fine sense of hearing. You've adapted to your changes almost seamlessly.
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Hm.
[ There are other things too: dripping water, his and her footsteps, and the distant, high-pitched call of some other creature haunting these tunnels he doesn't care to meet. The trail is more fresh the further they travel. ]
...I didn't realize vampires had such a fine sense of hearing. You've adapted to your changes almost seamlessly.