"You've had your head torn off?" Caroline raises her eyebrows; she often thinks of herself as relatively untouchable, but she's well aware that decapitation, alongside sun exposure and staking, are the ways she could roll on off this mortal coil. Here she was thinking Cammie was a normal human, a civilian.

Anyway, if Cammie can bounce back from that, bruised ribs should be all patched up by lunch. Caroline rips off another strip of her dress to daintily spit into behind her hand, rather than just hocking a loogie on the floor like an animal, still tasting that nightrender in her mouth.

"Usually this heals faster," Caroline confesses. "It must be something to do with those...whatever they are. Those bunny ears point north, by any chance?"