[ It is, of course, a fool's hope, but he remains unaware that her home and her family is gone. But the part of him that still retains a spark of humanity would offer to attempt finding her lost family, if there is any chance of doing so. He is all too aware that the world contains its share of tragedies, many of which have befallen those he knows and cares for, so perhaps her family are truly gone beyond recovery. But should they lose hope simply because there appears to be no chance?
He might not be brimming with hope himself, but he does wish better for others. ] Of course, but as a knight, I knew what I was walking into. Misfortune of some kind seems to have followed you, although I hardly know what that might be. [ Her demeanor and her hesitancy seem to point to something more than just being a scorned witch.
But it seems that he will have to unpack the mysteries that surround her another time when he is not still recovering and in need of replenishing his lost stores of blood.
He finds the business of needing to feed off of living beings utterly distasteful, but with his baser instincts in control right now, he has no such qualms to hold him back. Still, he finds that he cannot attack her as he would a rat or other creature, simply because he has too much respect and care for her to do so. He would say that he respects all life, whether human or animal, but for her, it goes beyond mere respect.
It may seem strange that love is what is driving him to act with such care, but at the same time, it does not seem strange at all. They have known each other over many lives and in many times and places, and he only wants to treat her as well as he can. If he must feed from her, he will not do so as a mindless monster.
He continues to drink from her, knowing that despite his efforts to be careful, remnants of her blood remain clinging to his lips and mouth. But where there would be revulsion at such a thing, there is only a want and desire to feel and taste her and pour the need he has for her into his every move.
While he continues to drink, his hands move to circle around her as best as they can, and one hand raises slightly to touch the ends of her hair. His fingers tighten lightly on the end of the locks, but he does not pull or twist them, simply letting his fingers rest there as he slowly but steadily drinks his fill.
Given their closeness, he would not be surprised if she felt the pulsating beat of his heart as he draws more of her blood into himself. But he is becoming aware that the time has come for him to cease, lest he take too much and cause her harm. He has not lost his senses as he feared, even though the taste of her blood all but causes his head to swim from the headiness of it all. With a quick, decisive motion, he withdraws his mouth from the hole his teeth made in her skin, and he gently presses his fingers against the spot as if hoping to stem any blood that may flow from the wound. ]
Shall I bandage your hurts now? [ He was careful to only make a small bite, not wanting to make the wound too deep, but nevertheless, it should not be left unattended.
Part of him wants to stand and stretch and revel in his restored strength from feeding, but he must care for her before himself, as he must express his gratitude somehow. ]
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He might not be brimming with hope himself, but he does wish better for others. ] Of course, but as a knight, I knew what I was walking into. Misfortune of some kind seems to have followed you, although I hardly know what that might be. [ Her demeanor and her hesitancy seem to point to something more than just being a scorned witch.
But it seems that he will have to unpack the mysteries that surround her another time when he is not still recovering and in need of replenishing his lost stores of blood.
He finds the business of needing to feed off of living beings utterly distasteful, but with his baser instincts in control right now, he has no such qualms to hold him back. Still, he finds that he cannot attack her as he would a rat or other creature, simply because he has too much respect and care for her to do so. He would say that he respects all life, whether human or animal, but for her, it goes beyond mere respect.
It may seem strange that love is what is driving him to act with such care, but at the same time, it does not seem strange at all. They have known each other over many lives and in many times and places, and he only wants to treat her as well as he can. If he must feed from her, he will not do so as a mindless monster.
He continues to drink from her, knowing that despite his efforts to be careful, remnants of her blood remain clinging to his lips and mouth. But where there would be revulsion at such a thing, there is only a want and desire to feel and taste her and pour the need he has for her into his every move.
While he continues to drink, his hands move to circle around her as best as they can, and one hand raises slightly to touch the ends of her hair. His fingers tighten lightly on the end of the locks, but he does not pull or twist them, simply letting his fingers rest there as he slowly but steadily drinks his fill.
Given their closeness, he would not be surprised if she felt the pulsating beat of his heart as he draws more of her blood into himself. But he is becoming aware that the time has come for him to cease, lest he take too much and cause her harm. He has not lost his senses as he feared, even though the taste of her blood all but causes his head to swim from the headiness of it all. With a quick, decisive motion, he withdraws his mouth from the hole his teeth made in her skin, and he gently presses his fingers against the spot as if hoping to stem any blood that may flow from the wound. ]
Shall I bandage your hurts now? [ He was careful to only make a small bite, not wanting to make the wound too deep, but nevertheless, it should not be left unattended.
Part of him wants to stand and stretch and revel in his restored strength from feeding, but he must care for her before himself, as he must express his gratitude somehow. ]