Seria felt bad for the man, truly. He was in bad shape, bloody, burnt, and she had noticed that he had already been injured even before her spell, which meant that he was unlikely to recover quickly from these wounds. It had been his own fault for jumping her like that, plus she had technically saved his life, but nonetheless, she felt bad for the shape she had obvious put him on. Beyond that, she knew that if she left him, those others would no doubt recover more quickly and come back for him. So really, she wouldn't be able to say that she saved his life if she walked away knowing that he would die. She didn't relish the thought of taking a life, or being in any way responsible for one being lost, even a vampire.<br/><br/>She sighed and cursed herself for being so nice before turning around and going back to the man. "Come on, then. I can't very well leave you to die after I just saved your life." she signed, although she didn't sound particularly thrilled about it. She helped the man up to his feet and led him to her house just down the street. The protective spells around her house allowed him through and she helped him into a chair. "I'd put you on the couch but, unfortunately, you're far too messy right now." she said and contemplated for a moment, deciding what to do.<br/><br/>She sighed and decided to try a spell, although she didn't truly know whether or not it would work. She didn't make a habit of healing vampires, so she had never tried it. "Here goes nothing." she said, holding her hands over him and whispering a healing spell. After a couple of minutes, it appeared that the spell was having little to no effect on him. "Well, I guess vampires don't like my healing magic, hm?" she signed and leaned back, internally warring with herself before rolling her eyes and groaning slightly.<br/><br/>She pulled her jacket off and tossed it on the end of the couch, rolling up the sleeve of her shirt slightly and holding out her wrist to him. "Drink. Don't go crazy, though. You drink too much and I'll put you in worse condition than you're in now, got it?" she warned and waited for him to drink. Once he had enough she pulled away and stood. She could already see him beginning to heal. "Once you're healed enough, I guess you can have the couch. Or there's a shower." she half gestured to the guest bathroom. "I need to eat." she glanced back at him and without another word disappeared into the kitchen where she cleaned her wrist and began to make herself something to eat.