Damon arrived to the shelter in the same stealth he intended to leave by.

Instantly mauled by Marriana who was chopping salad for the meal, he patted her back softly, scenting her briefly as he smiled at the tears in her eyes.

She was a good girl... kind. Innocent. He had wondered if leaving her with his memory - all of them - had been wise.

"Where is your Master?" he enquired, declining her offer to dine.