[ He does not immediately respond, allowing silence to fall between them once more. Of course, she is right. He is in no condition to look for his own food, not even when said food consists of rats. Truthfully, he has been neglecting himself, and the injury he sustained has not helped with that one bit.
He can hardly pretend that the scent of the blood in the cup is not stirring something up inside him, something he would rather not feel nor have awakened. But it is a part of him now, and he can't very well turn it off. ]
Do I? Should I, knowing that... that you had to spill your own blood to prepare this? I-
[ He hears her plea and understands it, and he wants to drink without hesitating. Perhaps he will drink in the end, but he can't allow himself to just grab it and ingest it like some mindless animal. ]
I imagine whatever hurt you had to cause yourself, you have since healed. [ Since he is at least somewhat certain that Phya is someone he knows, and knows very well indeed, even if her appearance is different. ]
I suppose that this time... [ The words trail off as if he forgot what else he was going to say. And by then, she is helping move him again, preparing him to drink from the cup.
It isn't what he wants to do, but he needs to eat, and so when she helps assist with tilting his head back, the blood in the cup slides slowly down his throat. His eyes flash red briefly as he drinks, but even as he fills his need, he does not drink greedily or deeply. In fact, he would rather not be doing this at all, not where she can see him.
Feeding is something he does in private, where no eyes can observe him. Now, he has no such luxury of hiding, and that's enough to make him feel as though his throat is closing up even as he feeds for the first time in who knows how long. ]
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He can hardly pretend that the scent of the blood in the cup is not stirring something up inside him, something he would rather not feel nor have awakened. But it is a part of him now, and he can't very well turn it off. ]
Do I? Should I, knowing that... that you had to spill your own blood to prepare this? I-
[ He hears her plea and understands it, and he wants to drink without hesitating. Perhaps he will drink in the end, but he can't allow himself to just grab it and ingest it like some mindless animal. ]
I imagine whatever hurt you had to cause yourself, you have since healed. [ Since he is at least somewhat certain that Phya is someone he knows, and knows very well indeed, even if her appearance is different. ]
I suppose that this time... [ The words trail off as if he forgot what else he was going to say. And by then, she is helping move him again, preparing him to drink from the cup.
It isn't what he wants to do, but he needs to eat, and so when she helps assist with tilting his head back, the blood in the cup slides slowly down his throat. His eyes flash red briefly as he drinks, but even as he fills his need, he does not drink greedily or deeply. In fact, he would rather not be doing this at all, not where she can see him.
Feeding is something he does in private, where no eyes can observe him. Now, he has no such luxury of hiding, and that's enough to make him feel as though his throat is closing up even as he feeds for the first time in who knows how long. ]