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Melita signed the paper, vaguely thinking it rather a pointless act, considering she'd be forced to obey regardless. Oh well, she supposed the formality wouldn't hurt. She was no less surprised about being helped to her feet than she was about the gentle voice Julius used on her. How could such a mn who threatened another so easily and laugh while doing so have such a beautiful face, and speak so sweetly when he wished?

Melita promptly sat down after she was led to the hall, eyes scanning the room with uncertainty. How many other vampires were around? Julius mentioned protecting them from others. Did that mean others in the estate? Or others in the world in general? Did vampires prefer groups or solitary existences? The worried young woman Sat near Azalea, waiting a moment before whispering for the sake of privacy.

"M-miss Azalea? Are you ok?" Melita asked, hoping the other human wasn't harmed. She had been frightened at how Julius handled her, and even his assurances to Melita couldn't erase that. She looked sympathetically at the pink haired woman.

Melita paused, looking up and going a bit tense as others began to arrive. Were they friend or foe? Were any of them vampires? Melita glanced at each person in turn, wondering what would happen to her. She relaxed as no other conflicts arose thusfar.
Ben's voice brought her from her musings, Melita looking over at the one he referred to as Hikari and then letting out a gasp.
The blood made her feel a tad dizzy, but thankfully such things weren't nauseating or phobia-inducing. She stood, gingerly approaching Hikari.

"Miss! You should sit down, that looks like a pretty significant wound. Has someone looked at it for you before bandaging it? Did you get it cleaned out?" Melita asked, concern written in her features as she fussed over someone, always wanting to make people feel better and help out.