"Oh, thank goodness you're alive!" Charlotte sighed in relief when Daria revealed herself, though she held her hands up with palms out, as non-threatening as possible. "Look, there's not really any time to explain..." she began, but decided to take a risk and just admit everything to the pixie, "Look, I'm... a vampire, you see. It's not something I ever aspired to, or would have wanted, it just sort of happened to me. I try to make the best of it, and I am trying to do the right thing now."
Vampire. The word wasn’t completely foreign to the pixie, surprisingly. When she was aboard her last ship, the human pirates had sometimes mentioned vampires, though that was rare, and details were rarer. All Daria knew was that vampires were no good, violent, and apparently drank blood. All of which Charlotte had showed to be true.
Well, too a point. Whitefoam felt Charlotte was telling the truth… at least, to a point.
At any rate, the comparatively giant woman stood up and started to undress again, slow enough to leave Daria wondering just what preference she had. "I can transform into a bat, and also... something else, but that's not important." Her words were coming rapidly, though still very quietly. "You heard my wings earlier when I changed to get out of the chains, and pretty-eyes... I think he saw me, or at least, part of my change back to normal. My clothes don't change with me, so I had to get dressed again, but I have a plan now."
“...Uh-huh?” Whitefoam prompted, keeping her gaze quite fixed on Charlotte’s face rather than… well, anywhere else.
Charlotte began to stash the garments on the body of the man whose blood she'd drank. Her outfit didn't consist of many pieces, so this went rather quickly. "I'm going to transform back into a bat and hide when they come to check the room, and I'm gonna help you hide, too. When they see us gone without a trace, they'll probably storm off the search the ship, and between that panic and the storm, I can probably get away..." Her expression turned guilty, and Daria frowned as she failed to mention what would happen to herself or Carver, instead changing the subject.
"It had been so long since last time I fed, and I was weak, and... " the vampire blurted, "something about his blood was - is - sort of incredible, I just couldn't stop. But he's still alive, and he needs help if he's going to stay that way. He needs to be looked after, protected. Do you think you can do that for me? For him?"
The pixe looked at herself, looked at Charlotte, and then walked over to his foot to measure herself in comparison to him. “Can your toe protect a ‘sleeping’ human?” She asked, crossing her arms. “If you care about me and ‘pretty-eyes’ so much, why aren’t you making plans for us to get out? ‘Cause I can’t take care of more than myself.” Daria pointed out.
Well, unless there’s a whole extended family of rats aboard. Nice, big, vicious ones...