Buffy remained kneeling, snatching her wrist back quickly enough that it made her head spin. How much blood had he taken? She rubbed her wrist absentmindedly as she stared straight ahead, seeming to be lost in thought. Honestly, she felt lost period.
Eventually, she tried to stand, stubborn until the end and stumbling slightly as she did so. She should've been sitting, but she was damned if she'd do what she was supposed. When she turned her head to look up at Lucius, she just seemed tired.