The vampire in question, however, remained entirely oblivious to the knock upon those prestigious double doors, much less to the woman's presence altogether upon his property. Rather, that rapping of her fist was met by a rather young looking man, one whom was content to stare at with a look almost skeptical before that realization of whom she was spread across his features. "Ah, Lord Ellington did say we would be receiving a guest. Please come this way." Despite those polite words, there was a certain rigidity to the man's physique, his gaze altogether suspicious as he opened the door for the woman. He made every point to keep an eye on her as he led her through the hallway of that mansion and towards the back door, his lips pursed together as if he expected her to hardly keep her hands to herself, and, in turn, to break those possessions within the household. Once back outside, the man led her down a paved trail towards a small brick barn of sorts in the back of those flourishing gardens, despite the still nippy weather. Spring, it seemed, had come early to Sebastian's estates. It was at the entry of the barn that the man paused, gingerly knocking on the opened door so as to not startle the animals within, "My lord, she has arrived." He stated simply enough, entirely content to remain between the female and the vampire in an entirely protective gesture.

Sebastian glanced upward at the sound of his man servant's voice, his eyebrows furrowing but briefly as he glanced past him toward the familiar form of the ivory haired woman. Ah. Vhalla. He nodded briefly, gesturing for her to come in before adding, "You can go, Charles." The man nodded, gesturing for woman to step inside before turning to leave the pair alone. Sebastian's gaze flickered back towards the grey mare in front of him, the creature snorting at the presence of that new person within her perceived home. "Shhh, Stella, it's okay. She's a friend." He uttered softly to the horse, that brush in his hand running softly over her body. The vampire had known all too well that Vhalla would come, that red thread around her stomach nearly demanded it and yet, he hardly was prepared tonight for that feisty anger he knew she had directed towards him in the morning after. He knew well that she blamed him for what had happened. Furthermore, for what had happened to her. It was hardly surprising to the man. It was how things tended to go with the women in Dorian's life. Some rather unfortunate line of events occurred that caused him to taste in their blood and in return, they all abhorred him for it. In truth, he was partially waiting for the day that Dorian did too.

"You'll need to lift up your shirt for me to remove it." Sebastian continued, that brush still moving all too gently against the hide of that mare, her stallion now too sticking his head out from his stall further behind them. The vampire, however, was content to ignore any of the sounds the male made, only continuing to cut to the chase in the way he anticipated that she would appreciate. "I hope it's been healing well?" He inquired, glancing up at her. At the very least, she hardly seemed sick or under the sway of any sort of infection. That was...promising. Perhaps his attempts at first aid had not been entirely useless. It was a small thing to hope for, and yet, in spite of everything he still did, hardly wishing her any ill will in the slightest, even in spite of the animosity he was sure was to come.