White Rider Pestilence
aphelia the vampire
Almost racing over, she hugs the blood soaked archer. "You're here~! How wonderful to see you~! Well, the circumstances aren't the most wonderful, seeing you is." Her mask tumbles off and blushing, she picks it up and sticks it back on. "How are you Maka? Aside from the obvious?"
He seems to be slightly startled at the hug, but he smiles all the same. "It's good to see you intact, Aphelia." he coughs, returning the hug. "I'm alive, so I'd say I'm good for the most part. How are you?"
Smiling lightly, she pulls away first. "I'm always intact. not much can kill me." A light laugh. "Alive is good, although I would love to hear you say you're happy one day Maka." Running away for a moment, she comes back holding a glass of water. Handing it to Maka, she thinks. "I am... Happy for the most part, although I do wish there wasn't any senseless violence. Call me a pacifist if you will, but I like peace."