[ The power that stirs from him is impressive, he's powerful, and somehow that doesn't surprise her, he's a Mikaelson witch, Esther's son. She can't help the fact that tears seem to keep slipping past her guard. But a startled laugh bubbles out from her chest. Her hands move to slide up against his arms until they find his shoulders, and then that's when it becomes apparent to her, that Victor Frankenstein probably thought ahead and brought his monster clothes.

She clears her throat trying not to think about it as she finds his gaze, leaning into the hand that wipes her tears away. ]

Well, I am Regent of the Nine Covens of New Orleans - what did you expect. [ She shrugs a shoulder up, as if it's no big deal. That's one way to break the terrifying and thrilling news to him. ] I wasn't going to let my boyfriend stay dead.

[ She pauses, keeping her eyes on his. ] How do you feel?