Again this vampire spoke of the wrong of this situation. He apparently saw her fury and was content to meant her gaze with flat affect. This did nothing to deter the rage felt by Eira in this moment. Even as the blonde let it be known that he figured they were all the same. Even if her peerage was attached to her and wouldn't leave, it was probably some sense of obligation keeping them there, or they didn't want to hurt her feelings or some other such nonsense. If this man had truly looked into her mind during the time he'd tasted her blood, perhaps he'd eaten her doubts ones she'd nursed for years and cared for until very recently. Now as she stood her power receded as a smile returned to her face. Strangely she was silent, even as he floated down closer to her level, standing within arms reach and aiming to push at the last possible button she had left. "Kuzure?" she repeated softly. That horrid word that seemed to follow her everywhere she went, but recent events had led her to see the light of this statement and as such she looked up into the cutting gaze of this lad and replied the only way she knew how.
"These sound like all my doubts manifested and spoken to me from a mouth not my own. I worried about all of those things, and to be honest, I still do. But those wonderful people that came to me, showed me I was selling them short. Projecting my insecurities onto them because I lacked the strength to face their convictions and honor their choices. But they've shown me, I'm the one who puts the ruined ones back together so they can keep moving," she said. Thinking about it more she knew how she felt now, and was content regardless of how this conversation turned out because she understood more of the person she was over the last couple of months than she had in decades. And it was all thanks to them. Still his final words deserved addressing and strangely the girl no longer furious, but still overcome with emotion. She reached out to touch this lad the palm of her right hand making contact with that glowing gem in his chest, before she reached up to pull him into a hug squeezing him with the same affection she gave everyone who belonged to her. The same affection she gave everyone who'd touched her heart in a significant way, with the plight of their life. And if she succeeded in this action, she'd softly offer him what she'd offered most of them, in some form or fashion. "If you ever feel like you're going to disappear. You can call me, I won't let you," she said offering the lad a warm smile and being content not to hold against him, even the argument they'd just been having because she knew nothing good could come of that. She simply accepted him as he was, a man with a cursed existence, and if he wanted help she'd go out of her way to help him find his way out of it, much like she'd already done today.