Something came over his face, but it was gone in a flash and her brows came together in confusion and worry- though at this point mostly distrust. But then he was trying to hold himself up, and something else, about the way he was looking at her...
His words made things click. And while he was right...and she knew that vampires were hardly the same things as werewolves... He was a victim, and she couldnt' turn him away (even if, against better judgement, something was telling her not to let him in).
It was the please that did her in. "Of course. Come on. Hurry." Her eyes flickered to the rising sun, and she reached out to grab his arm and pulled him in. Shutting the door behind her, Hestia pulled out her wand and flicked them at the windows, dimming them so that they would not let in the harmful rays that were lifting. "The cellar is dark, and quiet." She said turning to him, giving him a small smile, though was staying on her guard. If he was a freshly bit vampire he would have no control over needing a meal, she wouldn't risk herself or her son that way.