"And miss seeing you worried for me?" Vincent asked her, and even though he had fixed his hand, he didn't make an effort to get up and rather enjoyed comfortably resting in his lover's warm lap.
Eve was relieved that Vincent had an ability she had never seen or heard of before him. She sighed, "You could have told me that it would go back to how it was."
Vincent's earlier severed hand, the fingers stretched and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. He said, "But we aren't ordinary people to have an ordinary story, do we, little girl?"
Instead of answering her question, Vincent said, "If we were both ordinary people like humans, we would have had a tragic story. Me dying in your lap, and you shedding tears that was only salt water without any pearls."
"No! I will take you one arm or one leg," Eve confessed, and she stared at Vincent for a second more. She got up and sat behind his head. She placed his head on her lap, letting it rest there than freeze on the ground.
"You should get inside the inn. I will be fine," Vincent suggested, his voice as soft as the snow and his eyes slightly droopy. Eve shook her head. He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening his eyes, and asked, "Are you opposed to the idea of us being together now that you refuse to offer your lap? One arm vampire isn't as attractive as two arms."
"Mm, I am still alive," Vincent hummed before opening his tired eyes to look at her. She noticed the shadow underneath his eyes were turning darker than the time she had last noticed, as if fatigue was quickly catching up to him. He said, "One cannot heal and fix something so big. It is impossible for you when you are still in the beginning stage."
Eve hoped her mermaid abilities would come to help. She placed his severed hand next to him. She started to concentrate and use her ability to heal him, and several minutes passed, but she couldn't attach his severed hand back to his body. Instead, she was greeted with more blood on the snow.
"This was more tiring than I thought it to be," Vincent murmured. Closing his eyes, he said, "Let me take a quick nap, mind lending your lap for me to sleep?"
When the werewolf neared where Eve was, she heard the creak in the wooden flooring, something she had started to pick up after walking on the lake's icy surface. She gripped the trunk in her hand and swung it with as much force as possible, such that the trunk smacked the man's face. The person staggered and fell.
He stood behind Eve, who had her back facing him. And even though the man had stayed quiet, Eve shivered because of the sudden cold air in the room and she frowned.