The elder vampires, those being several decades or hundreds of years old,  hadnt told her everything. Some things are not for young ears, they told her. That denied her a lot of information, that she would have to learn the hard way.  Emily tried not to feed on the humans who had too much to drink, or the very young, but she found one or two every night that were clean.<br/><br/>She had already fed once tonight, taking what she needed and leaving him to wander on to wherever he had been going before she had delayed him. Her long black skirts rustled as she walked, very much the proper lady of the era.<br/><br/>Spotting a familiar looking Kindred, she searched her memory for his name, but it eluded her. Ranley, Runlar, it was something starting with R. Most vampires were already pale, but he looked even more paler than usual. Rushing to his side, she helped to support him and was shocked by the change in him. What could be doing such harm to him. Were they not immune to infections or ailments. Had he fed from someone who was sick. She didnt know, but she had to do what she could for him.<br/><br/>"Relax, I will do what I can. I'll get you to the Duchess, she will know what to do", she said to him and helped to support him while walking him along the street. The Duchess was another elder vampire, while Emily had never personally met her, she knew where she lived.