[ Lucien almost offers the shirt from his back, but as Amos stirs and the healing magic radiates from his palm over the open wounds, he watches in entrancement as skin begins to mend and close. His mouth is suspended— open like he had been about to speak, but without moving too much in learned obedience. These two are the adults.

He looks between them, still wondering if they should worry about Amos changing. ]

I read that vampires can change humans into their kind if the human drinks their blood after being bitten. I learned it from a book I found.

[ One of Dark’s books, in fact. Though he brings up the concern, Lucien looks nervously at Silco, as if he expects to be hit by him. He without actively thinking about it has slowly moved closer to Amos instead. He senses that he is safer. ]

There’s a lady I met, too— she’s worked with a lot of exorcists. Maybe she could help make sure nothing will happen.

[ He means Caren Hortensia, though her name may not be important for the time. Idea after idea bubbles from Lucien's mouth in a desperate attempt to make himself useful to either of the men. ]