"Of course it helps," he said simply, and looked over at her, a sad touch of a smile on his lips to show just the tips of those animal fangs. "I care very much for all of you... It's as close to love as I can get, I think."
He took the initiative to move his own hand, curling icicle fingers around her fevered ones. Maybe at the point of contact they'd be almost human.
"You surround yourself with so much destruction, Lettie... does it matter that we all love you too? That you're among family here, perhaps the truest kind there is because it isn't borne of blood?"