Yes... I have. [ Phya nods to confirm his assumption. ] I'm fine.
[ As fine as one can be with her record of poor health. No injury or scar remains of the deed. It would normally please her as a sense of skill in her craft, and yet, seeing his reaction to the whole state of affairs simply causes her ears to tilt and then press to her head. Her tail stills from its gentle sway.
Her eyes turn away as he drinks. Not from disgust of him or his condition. Far from embarrassment as well. She can simply sense he would prefer to not drink her blood--regardless of the circumstance. The notion is only fair. Not only has she already abandoned him once, but surely the quality is also far from enjoyable. If she were healthier would he be more willing? Most likely not. It is clear he hates his existence.
Once he has finally finished the cup, she turns and places it on the table beside the bed once more. One arm still aids him in sitting, while the other hesitates before simply allowing it to hang at her side. She has hardly earned the right to call him by his name, let alone wrap her arms around him and pull him close. Not only that, Phya remains mostly a stranger to him.
She glances to his face and looks away once she feels he would rather her not look at him. ]
You are fine to rest more now. Between the potions and feeding... your recovery should take less time.
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[ As fine as one can be with her record of poor health. No injury or scar remains of the deed. It would normally please her as a sense of skill in her craft, and yet, seeing his reaction to the whole state of affairs simply causes her ears to tilt and then press to her head. Her tail stills from its gentle sway.
Her eyes turn away as he drinks. Not from disgust of him or his condition. Far from embarrassment as well. She can simply sense he would prefer to not drink her blood--regardless of the circumstance. The notion is only fair. Not only has she already abandoned him once, but surely the quality is also far from enjoyable. If she were healthier would he be more willing? Most likely not. It is clear he hates his existence.
Once he has finally finished the cup, she turns and places it on the table beside the bed once more. One arm still aids him in sitting, while the other hesitates before simply allowing it to hang at her side. She has hardly earned the right to call him by his name, let alone wrap her arms around him and pull him close. Not only that, Phya remains mostly a stranger to him.
She glances to his face and looks away once she feels he would rather her not look at him. ]
You are fine to rest more now. Between the potions and feeding... your recovery should take less time.