"Thank you," says Blair, cheerfully. He looks fondly at the crackling fires that were once his covenmates. "So, now what are you planning to do?"

"Well, you're alive. Yvette is going to want to know this, some proof would be useful. You used to write her letters, every two weeks. I, ah... read them."

He blinks, thoughtfully. "Oh. Oh I did, didn't I. Ah, damn. Recite them to me? Then I can forge a series of them with the appropriate dates, and you can drop a bundle of them off at her apartment. And blame it on, I dunno. Customs or something."

"Can do." He recites them in order, start to finish.

"Thanks," he says, once the recitation's done. His former covenmates have finished burning. "I'm going to go get supplies, want to come with?"

"Sure."

Off they go!

"So," he says. "We can eat animals, apparently?"

"Oh, yeah. Did you not know? I suppose I didn't either prior to my trip."

"Nah. That's interesting. They smell disgusting, though, are you sure that's healthy? Long term."

"I haven't tried," he confesses. "There are some changes. Your eyes turn gold instead of red—maybe not for newborns—and your instincts work a bit differently. I was maybe a bit less strong?" He thinks back on it. "The thirst definitely had a different character, though. Hard to put a finger on exactly how."

"... Huh. Well, now I'll have to try it. Yvette will want to know, anyway."

"Will she?" He's maybe a touch more eager to know the answer to that question than its innocence would suggest.

Blair studiously does not giggle at the vampire that has definitely got it bad for his sister.

"Yeah. I don't quite remember everything, I'm leaning on my witch power a lot, but I don't think she'd be comfortable with needing to kill people to live. And we absolutely cannot go wrong by handing my sister all of the information we can get."

He nods and—doesn't need to commit this to memory but does the vampire equivalent of that. "What is your witch power?"

"Tracking power, but personality based. My feel of a person. As I talk to people I get more about them, and the better I know them the further away I can find them. But I get little wisps just from being around people. Which is why I don't eat people that don't deserve it."

He frowns a bit but nods. "And Yvette?"

"She's thataway." He points. "Had her right after turning."

"Do you remember a Franklin?"

He pauses to think.

"... Vaguely?" he muses. "My... father? Ah. There he is. Also thataway. I did not have him before, thank you."

"You're welcome."

They reach a store in which Blair can purchase supplies for systematic forgery! Of himself.

"So what's your plan after you've assured my sister that I am not dead?" he asks, at a pitch the pesky humans can't hear.

He shrugs. It's not like he's gonna tell her brother that he's going to charm her and hopefully sleep with her. "No specific plans."

Eyebrow raise.

"None whatsoever? Not even going off to find the next pretty girl to run all over Europe for over a month for?"

"It could be a pretty boy next time."

Blair snorts. "I suppose so." Yeah, bullshit, it is blatantly obvious to everyone but James that he is smitten.

Innocently: "Do you want some advice if you happen to have more than a minute long conversation with my sister?"