[She swallows past the burn in her throat; he knows perfectly well that she knows she's not fine. Not really. Her thirst burns hot in the back of her throat, spreading up her neck and across her scalp. The fact that she can smell blood on their clothes certainly doesn't help, nor does the quickly beating heart of his offer.
He reaches out to touch her arm, and she lets him, even as he begins to gesture to what is obvious.
There are other options, to that point he's wrong, but they're not good ones. And then involve her being a weakness, something he has to protect for as long as this madness lasts.
Her breathes out through her nose harshly, but it's easy to see that she's giving in.] Fine, if only because at least I know he won't end up dead. [She's frustrated, and it comes out sideways, but she doesn't want to do this.
In part because she knows how much she's going to like it.]
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He reaches out to touch her arm, and she lets him, even as he begins to gesture to what is obvious.
There are other options, to that point he's wrong, but they're not good ones. And then involve her being a weakness, something he has to protect for as long as this madness lasts.
Her breathes out through her nose harshly, but it's easy to see that she's giving in.] Fine, if only because at least I know he won't end up dead. [She's frustrated, and it comes out sideways, but she doesn't want to do this.
In part because she knows how much she's going to like it.]