[Night falls, and Namur goes through a bit of a change himself. For one, his heart stops beating. Which is enough to make someone panic, but he mostly just looks confused, the alarm in his mind slow to translate into chemical emotion. He gets up and goes into the kitchen, looking for Rip, just in case.]

Hey babe, think some shit's gone weird with me...

[And in the process of talking, he notices something else, and runs his fingers over a newly grown fang.]

Did I get new teeth?

[And then he notices Rip, wiping spat out blood from her mouth, looking just as confused- and pink and breathing and warm, her heartbeat beckoning him to come and eat.

Wait, what?]

Uhhh. Y' okay babe?