[ She's rooted to the floor and unable to move, but the moment he expresses uncertainty and suggests he might leave, Mirena takes a step toward him. ]

— No! No, you must stay. [ she stops, takes a breath, reins it in a bit; her next words are quieter. ] It's cold, outside. You'll freeze before you reach the next shelter.

[ She takes him in visually, her eyes moving over his hair, his rugged clothing, cataloging every minute similarity and difference — but it's his eyes that transfix her. They look so much like Vlad's. She swallows. ]

You should stay the night.