Qeya River like blood to a vampire

He was a man of few words, apparently. "And yet here you are covered in muck and a beacon for any scavenger or bloodthirsty creep." She snorted, shooting a retort to his insistance he wasn't wasteful. "More likely, you're greedy. Or sloppy." 
After leading him to the river she frowned when he ignored her greeting. She waited, giving him some privacy and gathering some clover and purple dead nettle from the bank. Finally, frustrated, she turned to him. "You know when a lady offers her name, the polite thing is to answer."