"I'd love that." Her smile blossomed as Jake placed the ring in her open palm. In much the same way he'd done, she ran her long fingers over the object.
Unlike Jake, however, its power responded to her touch; a sensation akin to the scalding of a white-hot flame where the gem touched skin. Dragon's blood. Rare, dangerous. Not her friend, for sure. She'd put a lot of herself into that necklace and blood magics were often...incompatible. No wonder it had broken.
The ring and the necklace went into different pockets, and she pulled a face, teeth clenched behind tight lips. She should have been more careful. Getting lazy in your old age. Getting soft like your belly. The Treacle whispered, unkind in her weakened state. It didn't like her like this, but it also didn't know how to care.
She pushed it down with a thought, and it quieted, sulking. She smiled down at Jake again and shook her head, "Thank you for the offer, but I...don't do well with cars." She held her hands close together, palms toward each other in a 'squishing' gesture, "The walk will do me good."
She placed a hand on the Vampire's shoulder, then, and leaned down to kiss the top of his head, "You were so brave up there. I'm so, so proud of you," she whispered, so only he could hear, before giving his shoulder a squeeze and straightening.
There was one thing she needed to know, though, before she left. And she could hear the hot bath and chilled bottle of white wine back at the Parlor calling to her, "What...happened to Lazarus?" This was asked to the group at large; she didn't want to make Jake relive a painful experience.