Gabrielle raised her eyebrows. "Eet seems as eef you know much about vampires." The younger of the Delacour sisters, instead of sensing what Jander was hiding about himself and what he was, concluded that he was just a caring friend. He was sweet to her, after all, so why not? "You must 'ave done much resairch een trying to 'elp your Den-ees," she smiled warmly. "Zat eez vairy nice of you, I zink."
She was not expecting to startle him so. Embarrassed hands grabbed for her own hair. Her lips moved to apologize, but she could not get the words out in time. Jander's sympathies overcame her, and she was filled with empathy for Dennis... whether or not he had tried to snap her neck.
"Zat eez... so sad," she quieted, head drooping and allowing platinum strands to fall about her face, "to be alone like zat." She thought about the night she found Dennis transformed. "When I found out what 'ad 'appened to 'eem, I..." she paused in shame. "I just screamed. I wanted to go 'ome to my Fleur, I deed not 'elp." She had never thought about it that way before. The tears quickly welling up in her eyes stung, and she hoped Jander did not see.
For a very brief moment, Gabrielle forgot about the notebook. Focused as she was on the item, the girl did care for people substantially more- even the murderous ones.