Seeing that her little plan had worked in getting Vladimir alone, Rosalind silently thanked Medoh for the theatrics of her little act and closed the Carriage door behind her as he went on his spiel and rested his head against the wall. Next thing the vampire would know her arms would be around him.

"I Know...." She spoke softly.Her bloody hand trailed through his hair and gingerly pulled him back from the wall. She held his hand and pulled him to his coffin. She sat against the headrest and laid him down, resting his head in her lap. "Calm yourself."

As she said this she pressed her bleeding hand to his lip, encouraging him to drink to relax him. Men were awfully cranky when they were hungry, after all, and she noticed that he hadn't eaten any breakfast. She waited until her friend decided to nurse on her hand before speaking, her chocolate eyes watching him. "Blake is a prankster, yes, but don't you think that exposing your super strength, injuring a valuable member of our circus, causing all this ruckus and making poor Hammond work his ass off to reglamour the imp makes it any better?" She scolded him, but scolded him gently. "Vladimir, you need to remember to feed more or your only going to have more of a temper. Shame on you for not eating and making such a fuss. You're like a child..." She chuckled softly, shaking her head and all the while wondering what she was going to do with him.

"I know you are trying to protect us, Vlad.... and you will always be the most noble among us for that. But you should not severely injure those you wish to protect. It's quite counter-intuitive."