Diva absolutely hated, hated, hated sedatives and medications and things that were pumped into her body with needles... but it was just so hard to focus. She just hated that feeling.

Turning to the young thing beside her, Diva reached out to touch his hair. Whatever bag of human food they'd put on her lap, it'd long ago fallen to the floor.

"You're an odd one, what a weird taste. Not human, not really," she murmured. "Did Amshel make you?"