Been waiting in the tree

Julie and Roman made their way to where the motorcycle had been parked. She fiddled with her fingers, hoping Donovan wouldn't do something she wouldn't want to. Why did the Elder vampire even want to visit her uncle's place? Her eyes shifted to look at Roman, who picked up his helmet, and when he passed it to her, their eyes met. 

"Are you alright?" asked Julie, her tone worried and her eyebrows slightly furrowed. 

Roman placed the helmet over her head, latching the belt under her chin. His eyes were still red, and he gave her a nod, "Yes."

His eyes traced the curves and lines of her face, watching her closely, and he said, "I am fine, Winters."

"You don't feel thirsty?" asked Julie, and Roman stared at her as if contemplating how to answer her question. "We can stop by the hospital once again to get the blood bags for you." 

"Going there at this time isn't as feasible as it was in the afternoon," replied Roman, and Julie shook her head.