Anastasia & Felix
"Good," was the short reply but it came with an approving nod. Anastasia could guess what the loss of his previous work had to feel like for him. She had been moving her own collection with her throughout the years and had a very love/hate relationship with it. Sometimes she could stand to look upon it and other times she couldn't even stand to have it in the same building as her and would have it sent to storage. Never could she bring herself to destroy any of it though. "Bring what you can."
Anastasia reached out and touched him once more, this time with the back of her fingers across his cheek. The petal instead of the thorns this time but the cold metal of the back of her nails brushed over his skin just as well reminding him that the thorns were still there. "Do be more careful in the meantime, little bird. There's many in this city who'd use your mistake against you instead of just taking issue with it."
After all, the Kindred enjoyed nothing more than to see one fall to their knees and in the case of a thin-blood there'd be no chance of him ever getting back up again.