Isolde considered the question, all the while watching Kyrie for signs the potion was working. Color seemed to be seeping back into her cheeks but she seemed so very weak.<br/><br/>"The potion is magikally charged but each person is different. Each case is different as you well know, Dr. Ray. I see signs it is working, bringing strength to her. Some of my blood was in that potion, just a drop or two so I need to let you know that my blood is poison to vampires. I don't think she will be able to regenerate enough of those blood cells to make her dangerous to you, in case you need to feed from her later, but initially, she will be deadly to any who might drink from her. If it is the clan, as you call them, then she will be able to exact revenge upon them."<br/><br/>A full flush of color lit up the girl's face and she struggled to sit upright.<br/><br/>"Don't be in a big hurry, Kyrie," Isolde warned. "You are feeling the life force of the magik right now but your own body is still weak. I will fix you some tea and toast, then if you feel like it, you will be ready to go after you eat."<br/><br/>Isolde stepped into the bright white and granite kitchen.<br/><br/>Dolph crossed his arms.<br/><br/>"Did you say the clan?" he asked Dr. Ray. "I thought they were an old wive's tale meant to keep errant children indoors after dark.  'They inhabit the caves, hanging like bats during the day but unfolding their wings at night to walk the streets as the undead, draining the helpless and unaware." So you are saying they are real? or that you can just conveniently blame them?"<br/><br/>Isolde stuck her head around the corner. "Dolph, do you have to act like such a wolf?" She was referring to his dual nature where his strong sense of survival and suspicion created havoc. He ignored her but propped his ankle across the opposing knee.<br/><br/>"Okay, sorry, man," he said to the doctor. "Look, I'm edgy, impending full moon and all. So forget the rude tone but the question still stands. What can you tell me, tell us about the clan?"<br/><br/>Isolde returned with the tea and toast, helping Kyrie take a sip of the English Breakfast Tea laced with honey and lemon. The thick, chewy cinnamon bread was spread with strawberry jam, homemade from local produce. The witch watched as the girl took tenative sips of tea and bites of bread. When Kyrie tried to refuse any more, Isolde put on her healer's face.<br/><br/>"Eat and drink it all or stay the night with me. Your choice." she said, implacably. The girl's eyes were brighter now as evidenced by the rolling of them at this order but she complied.<br/><br/>Dolph wouldn't drop his question or his insistence that the good doctor enlighten him.<br/>"The clan?"