She stands at his side as always and listens to his words. Guidance. Schooling. He teachers her to be prepared. To take care of herself for those hours he is unable to be there to take care of her. Especially now. The traitor has managed to leave the House unscathed but he will be watched, the threats to her own person making father extremely worried. It leaves her feeling scared to see Vulcan so worried over her. He's never shown concern for anyone in the past but since she and her mother have stepped into his life, he has opened his heart to them considerably. The light of mother's innocence keeps his darkness from consuming...but what is Nerissa? She is not innocent..she is neither pure...thinking of those she has hurt in his name. Killed. Tortured. And though she has never taken pleasure in it, she had done it meticulously to prove herself to him. To inflict the worse pain imaginable on the mind and body without using crafted tools...

She was an oddity still. Neither succubus nor warrior...she held great power within. Taught others. Protected. Guided as well. Helped...a sudden twist of pain jolts her from her thoughts as she watches her father talking to her brother, Cur's black featured wings making her fingers itch to just reach out to touch. Her hands fall to her stomach and had just lost herself to her thoughts again when she felt Vulcan's hand fall onto her silver crown, "Are you alright, baby?" He asks in that rich baratone. "You only hum when you hurt.." Neri blinks and looks down before she shrugs and edges closer, sinking into his heated side, knowing he'll always be there to protect her ever waking moment. "I'm alright. Promise." A sleepy smile touches her lips as he closes an arm around him and gathers her tiny frame up within his robes to warm her perpetual cold body even as he gives an indecisive nod.