It was a strange feeling to be carried like a child, his strong arms wrapped so gently around her. Miya wanted to fight him, to demand that she could walk but she knew that she was unable to even if she wanted to. So, she does what she thought she never would and relaxes within the confines of his arms, her hands gently placed in her lap as she toys with her fingers absentmindedly. The petite woman couldn't even begin to describe how it felt to be carried by him, he was warm... more than warm he was hot and yet, she doesn't think twice about it simply brushing it off that her body was cold. And her body was cold, the brush of his body making her very aware of just how frozen she was. Truly, Miya could fall asleep and yet, she knew better. The woman knowing she probably had a concussion, she would need to stay awake for the next several hours... but the thought of falling asleep in his arms was... tempting to say the least.

His voice rumbles in his chest as Miya tilts her head back to look at him, a blush dusting her cheeks, "I wasn't going to," she murmurs, embarrassed as she looks away, "You're just so hot, it feels nice," she states pausing for a moment before her words wash over herself. It hardly takes her cheeks long from going pink to beet red in that second as she snaps her gaze back up to him, "I didn't mean it like that! I didn't mean that you were hot like attractive hot- not that you aren't attractive, I just meant that you were warm!" She stammers over her words wishing she could die. Bringing her hands to her face, she tries to hide herself from him, absolutely mortified by what she had said. Miya was practically wishing that vampire had killed her after all, at least she wouldn't have to deal with this. She must've hit her head harder than she had anticipated, the woman not terribly good with being around men in general but she normally had better control of her word vomit.

"I'm so sorry," she mutters into her hands as the car pulls up and she's introduced to the elderly man. She's saved by her embarrassment for the moment as she explains the situation and gives the man her address only to be embarrassed again by her cheap apartment. Clearly, Oliver had money, he seemed wealthy and she could only imagine what his lifestyle looked like in comparison to hers. Miya was utterly certain the man would judge her ramshackle apartment, the woman still too new of a graduate to be offered a doctor's position yet, so she was stuck doing well, practically nurse work. She hardly made enough money to survive in this city.

The next words out of Oliver's mouth has Miya shooting another glare at him, her arms folding over her chest, "I'll have you know that I work in a hospital," she hisses back at him, as if that was answer enough for her ridiculous decision she made. She answers Edgar's next question hardly caring she was insulting the man who saved her life and his words have her swallowing her own voice for a moment, knowing full well she could hit him with a low blow if she wanted to. Yet, Miya was still fighting to be... semi polite considering the situation she had found herself in. Instead, she doesn't answer as she lets her mind wander, the anger quickly fading her exhausted body, and she was so terribly tired as she thinks about the encounters she had, had in Sacrosanct, a small giggle bordering hysteria escaping her lips. Truly, she didn't think of it, the man probably thinking she had gone mad! Her statement is merely returned with a question as she turns her chocolate eyes back up to him, "Believe it or not, this isn't my first encounter with a vampire. It's the second attack I've had since living here. My old roommate was a vampire, the first I had ever met and the first time I learned that there were other creatures living with humans! Not only that, I went out on a date with the mayor and he's a vampire too!" She exclaims almost animatedly.

"I'm still getting used to this whole... other races thing I suppose," she trails off, her moment of hysteria finally passing as the exhaustion slowly creeps through her bones, slouching in his arms once more. Her askance of going home shortly after her rant is met with agreement almost immediately, the door being opened and her being slid into the vehicle as if she were no more than a child. Miya goes to reach for the belt but Oliver beats her to it, securing her in quickly as he shuts the door and walks around the other side, "I could have done that," she mutters under her breath as she leans heavily on the closed door now, trying to keep her head from bumping anything. Edgar's voice draws her out of her silence as her chocolate eyes meet his gaze in the mirror and before she can answer, Oliver is speaking, Miya hardly able to keep the narrowing of her eyes from the British man, "No thank you, Edgar. I can look after myself at home, I have a kit at home to take care of everything," she says a bit tightly. The driver seems to accept her answer as they begin to move; and Edgar seemed to be attempting to drive as slowly and as gently as possible and yet, he couldn't avoid every bump in the road as Miya winces, her body absolutely sore and her head beginning to ache.

Reaching up, she touches a temple and rubs it gently hoping to alleviate the pressure, it hardly does anything though. Instead, she attempts to distract herself by other means, "You seem like a very important person to have your own personal driver," she says a bit dubiously as she glances at him, a bit of curiosity dancing in her eyes.

Miyako Aiken