Mina sensed a dismissal. It set her teeth on edge, but she had to remember herself. Not only was he an injured man who needed to rest, but it was nearly sunrise and she'd have to go below anyway. Still, it took her a second or two to keep her fangs from popping out. She was behaving like a hundred year old child.

Men.

"Of course," she said. "I'm only too happy to help. After all, it seems we worldwalkers need to stick together."