The taint of that city was a strange, intoxicating, painful and confusing experience; Bete Noire corrupted magic, and at her purest essence, Nuala like all fae is magic. It had sunk into and twisted parts of her she didn't recognize, and she gladly leaves that topic behind to focus on the more pleasant subject of her student.

"But of course I do- she came to me for help, and I give it to her gladly." Her smile is warm, and it's as though the room warms with it for a moment, in this place that belongs to her. She doesn't specify the precise nature of that help, not when she understands so well the secrecy of vampires and knows so little of Jones' connection, but it's clear enough that it pleases her to do. The twinned natures within Anna are strange to Nuala, but so too are they beautiful - if they could be coaxed into peace, to let her thrive, that would be the most wonderful of things. Accordingly, her clear affection has a maternal edge to it, as she adds, "She is most dear to me. How did you know her?"