Isolde leaned back on the pillows and cross her arms over the coverlet. She watched Malachai pace the floor, arguing and pacing the floor. He turned to demand of her the possibility and she just shrugged. Smiling she agreed.<br/><br/>"It makes no sense. I know.The best understanding I have of my life's work, is that I am meant to lure and kill vampires. with my blood. Yet in the Book, I have one potion that works on only one person, once in my lifetime. You drank both the potion and my blood and you are standing here. You might think it isn't such a big deal but if you could go ask that long line of dust piles in my wake, you would fiigure out realy quick that what you did was magik. How will your life be different with me around?"