[It's a while before
this vampire's daughter speaks up-- more because she's been following each and every one of the conversations. Well, whatever is not locked away from her. Although she would normally have a blank, doll-like expression, tonight, her eyebrows seem to crease with worry and perhaps moreso, frustration.
When she speaks, her voice is still hushed, but there's something laced in her soft voice-- something that tells anyone that she could be as ruthless as her father is.]
I want to understand the law of this city. I still do not trust it, but I want to learn how it functions here.
[So says the girl who long ago made soldiers turn a different way and hid a fugitive away from them out of sheer spite. She would do it again for Raphael as many times as possible.]