Isolde shifted the bag on her shoulder,<br/>"My purpose in asking this is to try to work out a satisfactory solution for Kyrie," she answered, ignoring the arrogant demanding tone. She was not intimidated by his dark stare, as she continued,<br/><br/>"To be honest, I don't know if I can totally save her and that troubles me. She might be an invalid the rest of her life and that won't be overly long. Turning her might be the only solution for you to keep her with you. You seem to love her, genuinely love the girl. When you drink from her, it is as if you are making love to her. She touches your soul and you touch hers. I have known the love of a vampire. It is a love that has lasted for centuries and someday, maybe will surface once again. You, she, both of you deserve to have that of each other if that is what you wish."<br/><br/>Once more she was staring at the back of his coat as they made their way back to the mansion. She followed him through the door where she was left standing in the elegant entryway, looking around at the marble and mahogany fixtures.<br/><br/>"Well," Isolde breathed, setting her bag on the credenza and righting her basket that had been hastily placed on the floor. She brushed her hair from her face and gathered her things. Her boots clattered on the hardwood floors as she made her way to the now familiar door that led into the sick room.<br/><br/>Ignoring the scene on the bed, she tossed her bag on a blue velvet chaise lounge. Isolde turned her attention to the herbs in the basket and went to work concocting an elixir.