It was a sad state of affairs that simply being a decent member of society warranted gratitude from those on the fringes of it. Morwenna smiled tightly at the vampire - would she have such fortitude and grace if her little secret was something she became unable to hide? Miss Spinnakers had no choice: the marks of vampirism were impossible to hide in Morwenna’s experience but for her hiding away like a coward was a perfectly manageable task.

Though she was finding that with each moon that came and went it took her longer to hide the ravages of her transformation. It chilled her to the bone to think that soon she might be just as reliant upon the benediction of others to live her life.

“You’re very welcome Miss Spinnakers.” She felt like she might cry, this was absurd. “Very welcome indeed.”

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat