There were few humans who could earn her respect over the years, but the woman before her was becoming one of them. What a relief it was to find someone who seemed genuine in wanting to help. A human who looked past the fact that Blossom was a vampire. One who was not under her employ. One day perhaps Blossom would see a more excepting world. A world that did not judged based on what one was. Moving forward was the best that she could do until then.

Thinking of the only response that she could deem fitting, the vampire nodded kindly to the woman before her and said, "Thank you very much, Madam Skeeter." A title of respect, one that Blossom did not use often. Not to be taken lightly, in her eyes. And the seriousness of the title was reflected with her tone. Because Blossom was old-fashioned like that.