[ When she winces, his eyes widen and take in the sight of that fresh, red cut with growing alarm. The blood from the fight had not bothered him so much because of just how it came about. But now that she had done that, the hunger grew in intensity. His body knew an opportunity when it saw one. ]
At least you didn't stain... your gloves. [ That's odd. Didn't she normally wear them? As far as he can recall, she always had a pair on.
He spoke in a distracted voice, transfixed on that wound. Ashton reached forward for her hand with both of his. ] No, it's... fine. I don't want... to waste it all.