Wrenna stared a little suspiciously at Soreth as he mentioned that some demons needed blood and what not...Perhaps he was one? Of course if he was, he probably had his own stock of it in that kitchen of his. Wrenna was surprised how much she could still care after saying she was done caring..."Do you need help again." She asked as she grabbed Soreth's arm when it looked like he was about to fall over again after he locked the art room door (which she made note that he could do...). Wait...ugh...she was getting accustomed to asking him if he needed help and actually helping. That was just wonderful...