[Her breathing goes markedly shallow as she drinks, not allowing a drop to spill. It's iron-rich, more metallic than she's used to, but at the moment it's the most delicious thing she's had. Warm and fresh and thick. She holds onto him easily, supporting him at the small of his back and behind his shoulder.
Finally, when she's finished, she gives the wound one more lick to clean away any smears of blood, and pulls her face away. It's then that her maternal instincts kick in.]
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Finally, when she's finished, she gives the wound one more lick to clean away any smears of blood, and pulls her face away. It's then that her maternal instincts kick in.]
Are you okay? Feeling dizzy?