Macklyn instinctively reached up to the bird and touched her back when she landed on his shoulder. She felt different than Bran in many ways, physical and otherwise. It was almost as if he had sired her as he had Eric. Typically animals did not react so to vampire blood, but she was no ordinary bird, and he was no ordinary vampire.
He peered into her through their connection, finding things there that had not been a part of her before, things that were not a part of Bran despite the connection there. She had inherited some fae powers, it seemed, though only time would tell exactly what. The glow of the fairy was in her now. Her blood sang of it as his did.
Of course, he could feel the vampire in her as well. He would need to keep her fed so she didn't go mad with that hunger.
Macklyn watched Eric move. He felt the lack of anything in his mate at the moment.
"Do you want help?" He asked, no more intent on leaving the phantom where he was than Eric was.