"I'm a vampire," Lenore explains. "As long as we're adequately nourished, we can heal almost any injury, suffer no known illness, and age only over the course of centuries." Shrugging as she offers up this information, Lenore continues her own tending to her hair. "It is lonely, though. Even among other immortals, people die and change and places and things are lost. Those things stack up over the decades, and more so as the centuries go on."

Perhaps that's her bias. Lenore has always had a tendency toward loneliness, even in a crowded room. She's spent too long seen only for her beauty, her charm, her sensuality, and it makes her feel isolated when people see only those surface levels of her. And now she's just recently lost those who had seen a least a little way past that surface.