When he said he wouldn't do it again, his head ducked slightly, something about the way he looked at her reminded her of Jensen and she couldn't help the flare of affection. "I understand Dennis, this war has caused a lot of things to happen that no one ever wanted." People, good honest people, turned to dark creatures; orphans, widows, and every single one of them deserved some sort of hope.
"If you need help..." Hestia bit her lip, she really shouldn't be doing this- she'd heard about the uprising of vampire attacks in the town lately, and it was quite possible that he was one of the ones doing them... But he was young, couldn't be older then 23,and she had never turned anyone away before. "I won't let you feed off me or anyone else that comes in these doors, but...I will do my best to help you." She said with a smile, lightly reaching out to cover his hand.
At the mention of sleep, Hestia gave another smile. "Of course. Hold on, there isn't one yet, just let me..." She bite her lip and summoned a free bed, rather proud that it didn't scrap up the door frame as it jerked it's way in.
Putting it down with a rather loud thud, she cast a shrinking charm on it to get it through the door, and down the stairs. "I'll leave it down there, from now on...If you ever need it." Oh she just had a feeling about this...but she didn't care, it was in her nature to help, and she would help until there was a good reason not too.