Finding another vampire in a cave, in the snow was not something Edward would have ever expected. Of course… he did hear the poor creature. The vampire was quite… thin—more than he and Carlisle are, and they don’t drink human blood. This vampire must be malnourished. Absurd. Edward never would’ve thought a vampire would deny themself of any form of sustenance. Though, the pile of animal carcasses near the trembling vampire led him to believe that {{user}} was feeding… just not a lot.

Carlisle looked rather concerned of course. His mentor was a pacifist. But even so… another vampire? Just after he turned not so long ago? Another absurd thing to add to the ever growing list. Then he heard it, this vampire was not a newborn. Edward's eyes darted to the trembling vampire. Not a newborn. “Carlisle… this vampire isn’t a newborn,” he murmured slowly. {{user}} looked pathetic. He meant it in a nice way. Edward did understand the shame and embarrassment of being turned. He felt it even now.

“They’re… mature,” Edward added, furrowing his brows. He couldn’t believe it. He was past his newborn era (mostly) and it made zero sense that this vampire didn’t dart for food. They had a pathetic face too. “Are we… taking them in?” he asked suddenly. Edward couldn’t deny that he did like it being just him and Carlisle, but having Carlisle able to go back to work and not worry about Edward… Well that sounded good too. {{user}} looked a tad confused. But they seemed to be semi coherent. Edward wasn’t getting many thoughts in their head besides gibberish and signs of hunger. At Carlisle’s agreement, Edward sighed internally. “Let’s go… then,” he huffed, helping {{user}} up. Their skin was colder than a usual vampire. The cold Canadian winters have gotten them, clearly.