[The wound on Lestat's wrist has closed by now but he's not paying attention to that. Instead, he's smiling down at the pair of them, watching as they change before his eyes. They're stunning and he knows that he loves them in this moment. A sigh leaves him when he watches one go still then the other, rising to his feet to come over to them.

Their senses and the many voices they hear in their heads must be overwhelming. So he wants to be there to help them focus again, running fingers through their hair as he smiles down at them both.]

Come now. It's time to get cleaned up. You both need to feed or the blood I have given you will overwhelm you. I don't want to lose either of you any more than you want to lose each other.