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Amelia smiled as the other girl accepted the blood pop. After she was sure the other girl was going to enjoy it, Amelia went about picking up the books on the floor, knowing they would be in trouble if the area in front of the fireplace was a mess, since it increased the risk of there being a fire. As she worked, she was able to ignore the sounds of the conflict going on outside. When the girl she had offered the bloodpop to suddenly spoke to her, Amelia quickly turned around in surprise before registering the question she had been asked.

A frown crossed the young girl's face. She didn't actually know her age. She hadn't celebrated a single birthday since her parents had been killed and she had been made into a living blood bag for them to feed on. Even after Dmitri had rescued her, she hadn't found out how old she was, just an estimation at best. So the best answer she was able to give the stranger was a silent shrug, as she had no answer to really give.