Siya shrugged at Henry and his comment where she lay on the floor, her eyes half-lidded though the dark glow still apparent on her skin. 

“No offense taken. I haven’t brought people with me before, nor have I traveled so far and so I did not know what to expect either. But very little time as passed and there is no charge for extra baggage…” she quipped smiling at the Siren and then she let loose a soft little pleased breath as Atticus crawled over to her, looking magnificent, like some exhausted predator who would eat her up once he had the chance to rest a little. She hoped he got that chance. She bit her lip in shy pleasure as he lay his head down on her shoulder, the gesture so proprietary, so sweet it just about broke her heart. She lay no claims, but that did not mean she didn’t wish to be claimed. She held herself very still as if afraid to break the spell, her expression one of almost painful hope. 

“I cannot see how the blood will restore anything to you.” She mused, half I earnest, half in jest, her voice soft and thick with her accent. “But as it was yours in the first place I will of course give it back if you need it, or perhaps we can think of some other way to restore you.” 

She lifted her own head to grin at him when she felt his head lift from her shoulder, her tiny fangs catching the light as her now normal eyes sparkled at him, pleased to have the ability to joke with him. Her eyes dipped to his beard when he made his inquiry, panic filling them as she wondered, just for a second if his beard had been damaged somehow. But before she could do more than see his beard a voice spoke up and pulled his attention from her. She smiled sweetly and let her eyes travel over his wonderful facial hair. It was a full and thick as ever, growing lushly along his very fine jaw, the mustache curling just so at the edges. It was none the worse for wear and she let her eyes feast upon it until he was turning back to her, asking again about its state. 

She wasn’t sure if he was truly worried or just teasing her. It didn’t matter, it was an opening and one she was going to take. Her slender pale fingers lifted up and with great tenderness framed his face. The soft coolness of her flesh stroked lightly over the skin of his face above where his beard grew and then down across the silky hairs and finally along his jaw line. Her thumbs saw fit to skate lightly over his lips where they peeked out from under the dark hair, light enough to send tingles, not so light as to tickle. All the while her expression was of soft intensity and not a single other person existed in the tiny little moment they were in. 

“Your beard seems perfect to me.” She said, her fingers still stroking it, framing his face. “Perfect as always. I would never endanger it.”