One of the poor maids on this street were very weak right now and would have no idea why. He had come down upon her in a quick way from the darkness and move back into the shadows just as fast. Dorian reached out as she looked back and he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I am sorry, I truly am." He spoke sympathetically, opening the carriage door for her he waited for her to enter. Looking up to the driver he called out the name of the cemetery, it could be the wrong one as he was not at the funeral, it was an educated guess given Helena's standing in society. "Then we will go to her." He replied to her as he stepped in to the carriage after her.

After tonight he would no longer waste his blood around her by flushing himself with color. This would be the last night she see him looking alive unless he makes a change in their lives. For now his goal was to save her life and then possibly end his.

"I will not lie and say this pain gets easier but in time days will pass when the pain is not as sharp, but a more constant dull ache. Mayhaps it is not much to offer but it is all I can offer." He explained as the carriage started to pull off to take them away Dorian placed a hand over his eyes the pain he had been ignoring was getting worse. The blood bond had been severed but he could still feel what he had done and it was getting agonizing.