Lana leaned into his touch relishing the comfort that it gave her. While she still felt a pang, Isaac's gentle touches offered succor from the emotions that had been roiling inside her. Very rarely did she get the emotions of an animal tied with hers, simply because she couldn't use her powers as often, but the large animal had touched her deeply. While overwhelmed with these emotions, she did not notice that her powers had not gone unconstrained as they often did when her feelings ran wild.
Instead, the half dryad closed her eyes, leaning into Isaac's arm and tried to let the sound of the rain on the car ceiling lull her into a state of numbness. It was one of those moments where she almost wished the car had a louder engine, so that the repetitive sound of a running motor would simply push her into sleep. Still, it wouldn't be too far back to the manor, and she didn't want to be that much of a burden. After all, Isaac might have half a mind to carry her inside the manor if she fell asleep, and that was just silly. She could walk, and wasn't a weakling.
When the car stopped, she opened her eyes and looked out the door to see Rian come to the side, and open her door. The umbrella was held above her, and Lana thanked him as she wiped at her eyes one last time. Gratefully, Lana had the ability to look quite graceful when she cried, although her eyes still turned red and glossy and the color in her cheeks would brighten. It was unmistakable that she'd been upset.
It was unsurprising then when Frederick exclaimed about the state she was in, though he commented more on her clothes being soaking wet. She had been grateful for the umbrella as she'd lost her coat at the vet's somewhere, wrapped around the large rescue. "Yes, I'm so sorry, I'm afraid I'm causing quite a mess on the front step," she said in response, sniffing slightly as she took off her shoes in the entry way. "I don't suppose you'd be so kind as to make sure these get clean. I'd normally wait until my room but I seem to have hurt my ankle. I don't think wearing them up the stairs would help the issue."
Then Isaac came in shortly as Frederick picked up her shoes, asking for tea, a gentle hand on her back. His fingers were warm which meant he was making the effort to be comfortable for her, pumping blood so as to be more human both in features and to the touch. It also was more taxing on a vampire body. . . not in a noticeable way but perhaps via hunger. She was grateful for it though, as icy fingers would have been perhaps jarring right now, even if they were on a familiar hand. Lana did her best not to put weight on her one foot as they trudged up the stairs, her own arm wrapped around his middle.
They had come to the first landing of the stairs to meet Mrs. Hutchenson who seemed to be bustling all the time in the house coming and going far faster than Lana ever seemed to move even though the woman was quite a bit older than her. A kinder woman, Lana had never known, and she had been the woman to make her feel quite at home during the first months she had moved in with Isaac, albeit taking a room in a different wing that her future husband, who at the time had only been her boyfriend. It was a step she'd never taken and Mrs. Hutchenson had known exactly how to put her at ease, although Isaac had never done anything to make her feel uncomfortable. So when she came running down the stairs to greet them, Lana was so relieved she had to keep herself from tears again. It was good to be home, even though tonight had meant to be a night out.
Then of course, Mila and Caligula had to come visit, Caligula prancing while Mila bounded her dorky self towards them, and nearly running into Lana. The half-dryad picked her baby up, hugging her to her chest while Mila frog legged against her, happy to be picked up like a child. Meanwhile, the doberman was content to smell all over Isaac and Lana who smelled greatly like the outdoors, rain, blood and dog, among other things, his little nub of a tail stopping for a long moment until he seemed to pick up Isaac's scent again, to resume wiggling of said nub. Lana let out a sigh of relief and hugged Mila before the continued down the hall. "I think these puppies need some treats!"
Mila gave out a decidedly excited bark while Caligula pranced about them a bit confused on why he deserved a treat, but still excited. Luckily they kept a container in their room for such occasions, and once they arrived in the master bedroom she set Mila down and moved over to the treat box, still favoring her foot. At one point they had tried to give Cal bigger treats, but Mila seemed to feel slighted by this, so oversized Milkbones for both animals were procured and offered before Lana sighed, rubbing her face inelegantly as she watched the two dogs with relief. Her gaze turned to Isaac and she offered a sad smile. "Some date night, hm? It's been what a month and a half since our last one out?
"And I think I may have sprained my ankle," the woman finally admitted, pulling off her dress in an attempt not to get the bed wet. Hanging it over the chair near the desk in the room, she was left in a silk slip which was slightly drier, and limped back over to the bed to sit on it and gently feel at her ankle.
Mrs. Hutchenson came out then, hardly phased by Lana's undress and grabbed the dress off the chair. "I'll just get this cleaned then. . ." She said though she hesitated slightly as there seemed to have been some blood on it.
"If you can't save it, it's all right. I know blood isn't the easiest to get out. It's not ours," Lana quickly said, not wanting to worry the housemaid more. "We found a stray who needed help. He's at the vet right now."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that he was in such bad shape," Mrs. Hutchenson said, well aware of both of their proclivities for animals, "But I'm also quite glad, if you don't mind me saying, that it's not either of your blood. I'll also get your shoes downstairs and get them dried and cleaned. Is there anything else I can get for either of you?"