Alaric stood very still while Jenna spoke, his face expressionless. At least, that was the look he was shooting for. He didn't want to interrupt her, since she seemed to want to get this off of her chest, and fast.
After she finished, he felt the express urge to sit. But, since they weren't near any chairs, he suppressed it. But only barely. Was this his curse? To have the women he loved become vampires? He wondered briefly if Jenna was supposed to be killed in whatever ritual they were doing at home. That thought horrified him more than anything else.
He honestly didn't know how to feel, but he was glad that she was alive, at least. He took a step toward her and gave a tentative smile. "Thank God you're alive," he said aloud.