Ruoxi wandered around the palace aimlessly, restlessly. It was the fifth day since Dulce's departure, and although he knew that the Vampire wasn't in danger, he could hardly sit still.
He had spent most of the past day in the garden watching Caedos run in endless circles around the oasis. Watching the Hellhound grow more restless with each passing day did little to ease his own troubles.
So although he promised Dulce to keep an eye on the Hellhound, he had ditched him endlessly running through the desert to do something else, anything else.
It was strange, the Vampire was mostly quiet and calm so there was little change in the atmosphere but there was a growing listlessness that was impossible to ignore. He was far from hungry, the servants Dulce arranged before his departure were eager to serve. And he could still go well past another week before he would need to 'eat'.
