It's difficult not to tense, instincts taking over where his mind cannot fathom how to stand. She is no threat, he can see it in her stance, but there is a thread of fear that coils around his throat with her approach.

"It has been almost a month since I came back."

Maybe it had been longer or shorter, in truth Adrian wasn't able to track the days very well at first. The first week had been a series of blurred images and muffled voices. He had found shelter in nearby home owned by a elderly couple. They had found him delirious and covered in dirt and took pity upon him, nursing him back to a semblance of health.

Lucky that they happened upon him when they did.

"How long has it been since I died?"