She only caught fragments of what Micha said before he fell asleep on her shoulder. Stroking his hair, she tried to figure out how she would bake a cake for him as she hadn't had to worry about baking for at least one hundred-fifty years. But she could at least try to do that for him. Hopefully he had some bubble bath soap or bath salts to make him feel better.
The woman adjusted her waistcoat and looked at the nurse blankly. "Sadly, he didn't make it," she told him. Shaking her head, she peered over her sunglasses. "Ok, sure. I won't just bite people," she added, keeping her voice down. "Now, give me the bag. I've got a client that needs his fix soon." She slipped a small envelope into the nurse's hand. "I wanted to let you that the werewolves are starting to flock in. There might be reported attacks coming in soon. But don't worry, I'll send someone to pick-up when I can't make it. You'll like her, and you can trust her. She's not quite very happy with her situation right now." Pulling the maid closer, she whispered in her ear, "Werewolves can survive on blood, too, you know."
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