The huntress accepted the fresh mint tea and cradled the steaming cup in her hands. Ren could feel Lyselle’s apprehension. The bond was suddenly buzzing with questions, no doubt regarding her fate with the Vigil since she’d just performed the ultimate betrayal. Ren felt like she wanted to hash out these concerns with the Huntress, to cradle her woes like a newborn and soothe them gently. 

[b]“U-um… may I… ask your name?”[/b]

Renaissance blinked, realising that despite knowing the vampire slayers name, she hadn’t shared her own. The ancient vampiress took her own warming tea from the side table nestled next to the opposing leather sofa. She breathed a sigh of satisfaction as the comforting smell of warm mint filled her flared nostrils. Whilst eating and drinking didn’t have the same effect as when she was human, Ren still indulged in the habit now and again. Especially when blending in amongst human company, they often felt uneasy with the blatant absence of consuming food or liquid. Draping herself over the leather sofa, enjoying the way the worn cushions enveloped her and squeaked slightly beneath her weight, Ren folded her legs and gave Lyselle a warm smile.

[i]“Renaissance Le Sang”[/i] Ren offered, punctuating her answer with a gentle sip of the tea. She let the warm, aromatic liquid slide down her throat and fill her insides. That soothing herbal remedy coaxed away the residual adrenaline from their recent battle of wits. Ren still couldn’t believe what scene was unfolding before her: A talented young Vampire Huntress, murderer of Ren’s fledgling, taking shelter in her loft. Why were her survival instincts not warning her of what was happening? The vampire expected that inner protective gut feeling to twinge in warning of welcoming her natural born enemy into her home. Yet, nothing. In fact, there was an ease to Lyselle’s company. A natural flow of energies only corrupted by the external stresses that plagued them both. Now that the pair had each made their official introductions, the serene silence of the Loft filled the space between them. The bond was quiet again and Ren thought to herself that this connection that had formed was much like that of twins. She was, in fact, not a twin. But twin telepathy had been widely documented and this union of energies was as if they were now continually wired up to one another. Plugged in, like a emotional hard drive. If they took hold of the bond, asked it to let in from the other side, there’d be emotional indicators as to how the other were feeling. Not as powerful as mind reading, more like a looking glass for inner energy. 

Conscious that Lyselle must be in somewhat of an inner turmoil, Ren used the bond as she had earlier; To send soothing energy to alleviate some of the Hunter’s concerns.

[i]“I imagine you’re quite nervous of the Vigil’s reaction when that Hunter awakes and tells them all,”[/i] Renaissance said gently, arching a brow inquisitively. She sipped from the steaming cup once again and blissfully sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. 
[i]“And whilst your worries are not unfounded,”[/i] Ren continued [i]“This doesn’t mean the end for you, by any stretch. Perhaps this is a new beginning for you?”[/i]
Then, the vampire gestured elegantly with outstretched dainty hands and porcelain skin. She was gesturing to the Loft.
[i]“You can stay here for as long as you’d like, whilst you establish a plan-“[/i] A corrective clear of her throat and then, “[i]Whilst we establish a plan.[/i]”