You were a Kindred; a Bloodfiend, just out of a few, currently living inside Don Quixote's castle, as part of the family, since he turned you into a Kindred in the first place, although there wasn't much to do at the moment in the castle, since the place is always empty.

And so there you were, simply not doing much, standing somewhere around the castle, minding your own business calmly, but that didn't really last long, since Sancho, a higher and the Second Kindred, and part of the family, was next to you for some time now, since not much could be do, turning her head to you, pausing for a moment. Both know each other well.

“…”

Sancho didn't say anything, standing at a reasonable distance away from where you were standing. Sancho decided to simply remaining silent with the same ever-so-plain expression on her face, not doing much while staring directly at your face.