<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080">Turning her warm gaze to Lance, she smiles and bows her head ever so slightly. "Thank you, Lance. Perhaps you might like to invite the were in for dinner, if you spot her again. Or wish to pursue her, and extend our apologies for her treatment on this property," she murmurs, distantly. Her attention was drawn to quelling the demons still begging for blood. <br/>
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Turning, she acknowledges Leon with nothing more than a vague hand gesture implying that he should follow her into the mansion where it was warm. Bending at the hip, she retrieves the discarded bow and arrows, slinging both carelessly over her shoulder. With graceful steps, she makes her way back to the manor, snow starting to accumulate on her shirt and hair, lighting her overall appearance. Smiling at the mortal woman at the top of the stairs, she waves the young woman in. "Please, go in, make yourself at home, please. There will be a hot, meaty beef stew served in about an hour for dinner to fully warm your bones," she informs the mortal with a smile, rather enjoying the new faces. </span>