After Erina got up, D'Artigo had just sat there. His dream... it was back. So vivid. He could hardly bear it. His life of lecherousness had gotten him turned into a vampire... he could still feel his sire's pull - faint, but there. The ceiling had an interesting pattern... he could probably draw it now, he had spent so much time staring at it, lost in thought. He didn't know how long exactly it had been since Erina had gotten up and left. He just lay there.
With one final heavy sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, back to the basin. Quickly splashing a bit of water on his face, doing his hair in its elaborate braid, and tucking it back beneath his cloak, he silently and casually walked out of the room, searching for the others. He quickly found them.