Malakai, for his part, knew the danger of the dhampir, how their power, their not-quite-human side was often left unchecked. He had only met a handful, in his centuries of life, and each one had been beautiful- both in looks, and in might; then again, with his definition of 'beautiful', the latter was probably not a point towards his decision to help this child. He realized, suddenly, he wasn't even aware of her name.
Still, once he landed off the port-key in Washington, he could sense her, the strange not-quite-vampire energy, coupled with a strong need to feed. His path was quick, silent, as he flew to her (just shy of literally), stopping a short distance away so as not to startle her.
Unsure of exactly how far gone she was, he set a bag at his feet, taking a few steps back. In the bag were a dozen or so units of blood, still chilled from where they had been preserved at the hospital (yes, he'd stolen them, but it was better than killing for her, he figured.)
"Are you alright, child?" He didn't want to offend her, and at the same time, didn't want to end up getting violent with her, if she was too deep into the Hunger.