Hope didnât manage to do much during the attack, getting knock out and waking up only a few hours later made her lose most of the action, so now she was happy to do her part, to help in any way she could, and of course she was the first to volunteer at the day break to help with rations.Â
It started as a quiet day, there was a lot of work to do and the second she was done with this job she was going to ask if she could help with the rebuilding, after all the more people they had helping the faster things would get done.
Most people were nice and Hope wished them a good day, however it was impossible to please everyone, if this was a normal day at her work, she would happily just give what the costumer wanted, do a joke here and there and try to calm the man down, but she couldnât give him what he wanted, it wasnât fair for him to get more than everyone else just because he was yelling.
She kept quiet looking at him, when her father yelled at her, trying to speak only made things worse, so she returned to that time, but when the man got closer and raised his hand, Hope didnât felt safe.
Luckily, someone intervened, and she wouldnât have to find out if the vampire was going to slap her or not for not getting what he wanted. She watched the scene and when the man turned to speak to her, she was still in her quiet mode, so it took her a few second to manage to speak again. âYes.â She nodded it.  âThank you.â Hope was still trying to understand what had happened, and honestly the guy yelling made more sense than someone helping her. Her boss placed a hand on her shoulder and told her to take a break. Hope nodded, but before leaving, she grabbed one of the rations to offer to the stranger. âHere, is the least I can do.âÂ
In that moment where the woman tried to find her words, Cassianâs brows knit together in slight concern and confusion. Perhaps he was a little concerned that the other vampire had glamoured her into permanent silence, or that he himself was just that terrifying even when he tried to help. He wouldnât blame her if that was the case, but the ghost of the thought couldnât help but tug at the back of his mind for a moment.
âRight, well, thereâs a time and a place to be an asshole. This, obviously, isnât one of them. Couldnât have him giving us a bad name.â He gave her a small smile, anything to lighten the mood at least a little. Thatâs one part heâd come to hate about historic and traumatizing events like these, the air tended to feel so thick and heavy he thought everyone might drown.
He looked down at her outstretched hand, bag of blood in her grasp. He frowned gently as his stomach panged with hunger, and he released a soft chuckle, the accent heâd subconsciously adopted from his decades in England a little thicker as he said, Â âItâs my turn to thank you, darling.â He took the bag from her, weighing it in his hand as his eyes returned to her face. âYour kindness wonât be forgotten. Again, Iâm sorry that asshole caused such a scene.â