Liam walked through the streets with Grandma Valtorina on his back. "How are you still alive in the sun?" He asked, looking back at her.
"I don't remember when, but after living for many centuries not drinking human blood I've become resistant to the sun, but as you see, I've also started growing older and got weaker." She explained it wasn't some kind of power-up, but a degradation of her vampiric blood.
"That probably makes sense. Your blood couldn't maintain the power due to blood starvation." Liam looked at the people in the street. "What are they looking at?"
"Probably it's rare to see someone carry an old lady on his back. And I smell pretty bad." She looked around, "I would've walked on my own if I could."
"I could care less about what they think, and there is nothing to do about the smell now." Liam smiled, "Let's get to the inn. With you around, I can move around more boldly than ever before."
