Mira nodded in response to her guest. "Yes, of course. Get all the sleep you need," she said as she disappeared into a guest room. Then, there was another knock at the door. Mirabella tensed, irritation spiking. "Dammit," she muttered, moving quickly to place Praetor in his bed. Despite just promising to say with him, the door was calling. Mirabelle took a moment to make sure he was lying comfortably and then retreated back downstairs. She took a second moment to compose herself for the next visitor, and then opened the door...

Her eyes widened at the young woman before her. More blood. A missing arm. Well, sometimes--sometimes the girl wasn't even there. "Oh my God," she breathed yet again. "Come in, dear, hurry," she prompted, stepping forward to help the girl into the house, quickly closing the door behind them to shut out curious eyes. She smelled of vampire, but it was so faint Mira wondered if she had just been turned or simply attacked. 

She directed the girl to the kitchen and sat her down in one of the chairs. "Who are you?" she asked. "What happened?" Not waanting to ask about vampires without knowing for sure the girl before her was one, she pulled the mug of blood that she had given Auria slightly closer. There was still blood to drink, and if this girl was a newly turned vampire, Mira assumed she'd react to it.