She was not proud of the fact that tears came to her eyes when she was lightly rebuked for desiring to go after the harpy now; nor for the reminder of what she was now. She hadn't asked for this. She hadn't. Her hands fisted slightly but Eaerik was wise enough to stay quiet and she turned her attention to caressing him, petting him as if that would solve the issue. Her fiery personality was struggling to accept that her life had changed so drastically and so suddenly. Be careful what you wish for indeed she thought ruefully. Her eyes went to the cup, torn. She didn't want to feed off anyone but the harpy but once the harpy was killed then what? Would she just let herself die? That didn't seem the best way to thank these twins who had saved her life.<br/><br/>Aaralyn sighed, her eyes closing for a moment. There was more then one harpy in the world, likely more then one in Las Vegas. She could make the last job the Empress had given her her eternal mission; remove all the harpy's in the world, safe guarding the Covens and avenging her 'sisters' deaths. She could find some purpose to this life. What would her mother think of her now?<br/><br/>Her hand reached out, taking the glass up again and she didn't let herself pause to think, lifting it to her lips and draining is swiftly, almost as if it was a shot or something similar. It still took too long to go down. Her body welcomed it, apparently craving it, while her mind bucked at the idea that she was drinking the blood of a human being. The witch happily set the glass back down, with a slight thud, and shuddered even as she sunk back into the couch with a sigh. She licked her lips before realizing what she had done.<br/><br/>"Will...what was in that glass hold me until we can find her? What will harpy blood do to a vampire exactly?" Her questions were softly, for her almost, meekly spoken.