Mirabelle blinked as this ancient vampire broke down in front of her. And, despite the age gap, her (in)famous motherly instincts kicked in. Despite the exhaustion, she reached out to offer a comforting hug. "He'll be happy to see you, I'm sure," she said kindly before pulling away with a sad smile. "Yes, the drink," she reminded herself as she scurried to the freezer. After grabbing a bag, she poured the cold blood into a coffee mug and then sat the mug into the microwave to warm. She had assumed Praetor and Lucian would've returned by now, and her lips pursed together as she worried. When the microwave dinged, she retrieved the mug and carefully passed it on to her guest.