Kneeling by her side, he takes her hand to his cheek.
โIโm going to need you to tell me exactly what happened. And afterwards youโll forget about it and let me handle the rest.โ
โYouโll survive.โ Itโs not a straight answer. Itโs an affirmation for her and himself. He will keep her alive. He takes her hand, a consoling touch after such a rushed care of her wounds. Sheโs all patched up, looking like a mistreated doll laid on a blood stained bed.
she doesnโt have the privilege to complain. scared that it would only worsen her conditions. she canโt recall a worse outcome than the one she is enduring at the moment.ใ ใโ glen, is it bad .แฃ โใ ใโคท ใ
He's lucky his vampire body doesn't betray him as much as a human one would. Instead of a very embarrassing and telling blush, he stutters for a second.
"I-
It's-
I thought you'd... appreciate it. That's all..."
Itโs almost obsessive. He takes care of her like sheโs his personal responsibility. She partly is, given that no other vampire in their right mind would try to help a human like her. Still, despite his clan constantly trying to help him โthey feel this natural impulse to assist
her head spins too fast to open her eyes and check what is going on . she can feel the wind , harshly bruising her skin . odessa knows that sheโs safe and that is enough to convince her to abandon her head against his chest and relax .
him regardless of his actionsโ he rejects most help in order to do things himself. The rusty knowledge that was buried in his brain, vestige of a past where he cared about wounds due to a mortal body, slowly comes back to the surface to tend to her wounds.