[which happens to suit her just fine at the moment, since he's human and all. She won't have to worry about making excuses.
And... ugh. She can't help but grimace at what looks like black blood, it being familiar for all the wrong reasons]
Believe me, I've seen worse.
[and then, trying to ignore the fact that some of it is getting on her clothes--that stuff stains--she holds him close for a minute. It probably seems comforting, arms wrapped around him and eyes quietly closed, but she's really only taking a moment to concentrate. Feeling, sensing, almost listening to whatever malady it is that hounds him. She wants to taste the nature of it, whether it's more like a poison or a plague, how exactly it's ravaging his system.
...Not that she can actually do anything about it. She can really only make these kinds of things worse or temporarily stall their progression. She's just curious.]
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And... ugh. She can't help but grimace at what looks like black blood, it being familiar for all the wrong reasons]
Believe me, I've seen worse.
[and then, trying to ignore the fact that some of it is getting on her clothes--that stuff stains--she holds him close for a minute. It probably seems comforting, arms wrapped around him and eyes quietly closed, but she's really only taking a moment to concentrate. Feeling, sensing, almost listening to whatever malady it is that hounds him. She wants to taste the nature of it, whether it's more like a poison or a plague, how exactly it's ravaging his system.
...Not that she can actually do anything about it. She can really only make these kinds of things worse or temporarily stall their progression. She's just curious.]