The vampire mayor was struck with this sudden and fierce urge to take Miya's pain away from her. The headache he could easily help with. Aiding her in getting the rest her body required, too. But the mental anguish she was clearly experiencing was beyond his depth, and he felt foolish knowing there was nothing he could do about it. Dareios was, for the most part, a kind and compassionate vampire. Or at least he went to great lengths to try to be, even if those efforts were steeped in long-held guilt over his bloodied past. But his desire to help Miya stemmed from something else entirely. The young doctor had captured his interest in a way no one had in many, many years. He felt strangely vulnerable around her. And when they were apart, he craved the next time he could see her again. It was clear by the young woman's weary state of mind that she must get home and out of this drizzling rain. He smiled sweetly at her still quick-wit and comical. comeback, even in her current state. When she revealed that she, too, was supposed to be in the meeting he had earlier, a slender eyebrow raised over his beady eye. This was new information - good information - and gave him a reason not to feel quite so glum about the next time he returned. But unfortunately there was no good news to share, so he shrugged his shoulders helplessly in a deflated attempt to answer her question. The tenderness he felt as Miya cried against him only strengthened the feelings Dareios was developing for Miya. It made him feel strangely at ease to see her be so vulnerable in his company. It wasn't as if she hadn't been vulnerable back in his brownstone that drunken night - she certainly had, but in a different kind of way - this experience just felt so much more... real. When Miya finally comes up for air, the vampire tilts his chin down to look at her and the damp stains on his shirt. He smiles coolly at her comment, but keeps his gaze steadfast on her. A cold hand moves to her cheek to wipe away one last lingering tear. "There will always be more shirts." He said with a crooked smile. Dareios stands when she stands, his hand also grabbing for the strap of her bag, hoping to sling it over his own shoulder and carry it for her. He let his stare linger out toward the quiet, damp streets as his mind whipped up a plan. "I have an idea." He said with a new spark. "But you're going to have to trust me." A wry grin appeared for just a second, before the vampire took one step toward the street and seemingly disappeared. His gift of super-speed was difficult for the untrained human eye to see. It was perhaps his most under-utilized ability. And for many years, Dareios had to retrain his own mind to not use it as much, for fear of causing panic among human populations in the street. But in this instance, it certainly seemed useful. In a flash, he had returned to stand in front of Miya. He looked the same, except for the windswept bit of hair that curled over his forehead. "I can get you home lickity-split." He offered, holding out one hand. Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |