He knows she's alone, has seen it in her mind. He's seen inside all of her, the loneliness, the unsent letters, the illness. he's seen it, seen the words that attach themselves to all of it.

She's delicious.

he smiles at her and it's kind, not cruel or frightening in any way. Just because he feeds off of someone doesn't mean he's there to terrorize them, simply observe.

Nodding, he bows a little before straightening up and giving a waggle of his fingers as a wave.