Atlas knew she had to drink blood to survive, but seeing her do it right there, even if he could just see her back, unnerved him. It was the biggest reminder of how different she truly was now. Of the changes they would both have to make to be happy together. Changes he was fully prepared to make without question.
Reaching down, he cupped her cheek gently and stroked with his thumb. "I know you are," he said softly, bending to bring his face close to hers. "I've just missed you. I've missed you so much." He pressed their lips together once more. He really had missed her. Missed talking to her, kissing her, fucking her. It had been a long month of just him by himself, a dry spell he wasn't used to at all.
He tasted the coppery bitterness of blood on her lips, and tried to ignore it as he sat back. "So beautiful," he muttered, moving his hand down from her cheek to her jaw, playing lightly at her skin before moving to her neck. He touched her scarf gently for a moment before speaking. "Can I see them?" he asked. "The bite marks. You never wore scarves before. I'm assuming that's what you're hiding?"