Seria helped the man to stand and then did her best to try to help him balance, to keep him from falling. He was tall enough to make the process awkward, but he managed not to fall, so that was certainly better than the alternative. Still, she was glad when they reached the house and she could put him down in the chair. Her back hurt like nobody's business, but she wouldn't complain, certainly not to him in the shape he was in.<br/><br/>As she was attempting healing magic, she noticed him watching her and she could only assume he was wondering what the heck she was doing. When he spoke, she had to take a minute to recall her studies. "I'm trying to heal you. But apparently it isn't working." she replied as she stopped, hoping she had gotten the translation right. She had a knack for languages and had studied quite a few in school, although some were brief studies that allowed her basic communication but not enough to hold a lengthy conversation, and certainly not enough to speak it fluently, while some she studied at great lengths and was quite fluent in. Guess which one this happened to fall under.<br/><br/>As she held out her wrist she felt him take it and she felt a sting of pain as the fangs broke skin, but she didn't wince. "For the record, I barely understood that, so English would be preferable, since I know you can speak it." she said as watched him healing astonishingly quick, although that didn't surprise her at all.<br/><br/>She moved away and watched as the last of his flesh mended itself. "That must come in handy." she commented casually before she turned and headed into the kitchen. She moved effortlessly through the kitchen making her food. She stopped and looked up from what she was doing when she heard the man speak. "Seria LaClair." she replied in a lighter, less snarky tone than before. "And if case you haven't guessed, which I'm sure you have, I'm a witch." she added as she finished up her food and plated it neatly before taking a seat at the small table to eat.<br/><br/>"If you want anything, aside from more of my blood, you're welcome to it." she offered."Don't know many vampires who enjoy human food, but then I don't know many vampires, either." she shrugged. "But of course, if you want it, there's that-" she pointed to the food she had made, "Or there's an assortment of whatever in the fridge and pantry. I have drinks, too. If you fancy that more." she shrugged, trying not to be a terrible host, even though she was still unsure why she was being a host at all. She was also trying to keep the snark to a minimum, or at least keep from being just downright rude. It was her instinct to react in such a way in situations like this, so avoiding snark wasn't the easiest of feats, but she was managing. Not that she had been in this exact situation before.