Allan groaned against Ashe's neck as he felt her suddenly arch in her bonds and suck powerfully at his wrist.  He was already near full to bursting with all the precious exotic blood he'd been consuming, and now, and now, he felt a release, felt his own blood... and perhaps some of his memories, instincts, and the basics necessary for survival... flowing into her.  He didn't know what the Change would be like for an angel in human form, but it should take a few minutes, regardless.<br/><br/>When she began to spasm and tremble, he knew the change was underway.  He reluctantly stepped back, as she started to vibrate.  He noticed her hand, and frowned just a bit.  Probably wouldn't be anything, but... just in case...  he reached up and quickly set all her broken fingers; the process of Change would heal those broken bones.  He also found her pulled-off fingernails and set them in the tacky blood of the nailbeds.  Again, he'd seen stranger injuries healed by the Change, both more trivial and more severe.  They might always be discolored, those nails, but they'd be as rooted as any.<br/><br/>He moved (somewhat drunkenly, so awash was he with conflicting impulses and powers, from the blood now within him) back to Felicia.  "So you see," he murmured, "she has left one host and joined another family.  Where her former comrades could no longer accept her, I've given her acceptance into a new life, and a new existence."  He stepped in close, almost seductively close, and breathed into her good ear.  "You, lovely sidhe, are in a similar situation, and I offer you a similar choice.  You can let your magnificent history expire here in the basement of this anonymous house, or you can change your story, become eternal with us.  All you have to do is nod..."