Evelyn glanced at Christof with raised brow when she heard the scoff from his lips. [b]”Do you have something to say?”[/b] she asked, a flash in her eyes. Normally she would have let such a thing go, perhaps rolled her eyes inwardly, but the attitude was not one she would tolerate from another vampire. She didn’t linger on it too long however before the doors to the dining hall slammed open and Mithias appeared. Evelyn’s countenance warmed into a calm, closed lip smile if only for a brief moment. She did feel more comfortable around the others when he was present. Although, she knew ahead of time what was coming. She almost felt like he’d lost part of himself when he’d turned her. And he hated to see new vampires turned at all. So upon arriving to the discovery of the three new ones, she had already begun to play through her mind how Mithias would react. She was not far off. As Viorica and Mithias argued, she sighed and took the glass of blood offered by William. 

[b]”Thank you, dear,”[/b] she said, drinking a sip before pushing her chair out and standing, walking over to the older, male vampire. She took his hand gently that was pointed at Viorica and held it in both of hers. [b]”It is too late to change this, Mithias. Getting angry is a waste of energy,”[/b] she said, as if no one else were in the room. The last thing she wanted was upheaval between them all. Evelyn had wished to be a vampire from the moment she realized they existed, but not everyone felt that way, and it was not a wrong emotion. In fact she understood quite well. She glanced over her shoulder towards Viorica, giving a disapproving look for the terms the woman had used. Heathen. Fledgling asses. Barbaric. She honestly did not care for the anger spewing from either of them. She couldn’t imagine what the newborns must be thinking. Although, they seemed pretty enraptured still by the red liquid before them.