[His response startles her at first, almost as much as the phantom blood.]

It's not- You're not-

[She stops for a moment, reaching over to touch his chest. His heart.

[The blood flows. Then stops.

[Gone.

[Realization dawns on her mien, as she rips her hand back again; stumbling a couple of paces away from Dimitri. The flicker in her eyes fades as Jade closes them again.

[His face. Don't look at his dead, dead face. Not a corpse -- not like them.]

I... need Ambrosia. If I can't find any, I'll just... have to make some myself, and hope that it works.