slowly dropping her arm, fabric tucked under tightened digits; placed back inside of her pockets. brushing the question off, not giving any unnecessary attention to it.
“ no, i’m okay. ”
“ that’s good. ” a sigh, holding back a frown the longer he looked at the bite. to this day, he can’t help but feel guilty.
“ so . . you haven’t been feeling hungry? ”
gently taking a hand from her pocket, raising it so he could carefully examine the bite on her arm. “ … how do you feel? is it still hard to control? ”