"You speak of her so carefully, but so...fondly." he replied, lowering his gaze as he set the bottle aside again before tucking the glass back into her hand. "What is she to you?"

When he looked into her face once more, however...Lydia was far away, watching the glass he'd handed her without seeing it. The color drained from her already sickly features, and the look in her eyes...

Chalking it up to her power, Klaus felt his own heart clench in a sickening fashion, tightening with things he'd long thought himself incapable of feeling.

"Lydia." he whispered. When she didn't answer, Klaus took the glass back out of her hands and scooted closer, gathering them both carefully into his.

Despite the fever she'd only just woken from, they were cold.

The tightness in his chest got worse as he enfolded her palms between his, not quite warm because he hadn't fed yet. Klaus suddenly wanted a human to slaughter so he'd have heat enough in his flesh to warm her fingers on his own.

"Lydia." His eyes searched her face, his voice a little louder, tone gentle and coaxing. "Where are you, love?"