Rosmerta's eyes widened in shock, and she shook her head as he spoke. 'You poor thing, you shouldn't have to resort to that,' she said, thinking how very wrong Miles had been. Why couldn't people see that vampires suffered? Why wouldn't people help?
'I'm glad Hestia is helping you though. She's a good woman.' She smiled, brushing away a lock of his hair from his face. The look in her eyes became grave as he went on though, and she shook her head.
'You shouldn't feel the need to be something you're not, Dennis,' she said seriously. 'You just need to get used to the idea of what you are, find people who understand you, who accept you.' She dearly wanted to help him realise this, it was important. Yet how could she turn down such a plea?
'Come,' she said sofly, taking his hand and standing up. 'Let's go and sit somewhere more comfortable than here, shall we?' she offered. She had an inclination of what he was asking her - though she had yet to decide what to do about it. For some reason she'd never thought of sharing her bed with Dennis Creevey, though if he really needed her...There was something about a young boy - well man in his case - needing help or guidance which got to her every time. She'd see, but first she needed to get him comfortable.