Damon wouldn't listen, as Elena refused his blood, and it seemed as though her body wasn't listening to her either. Her lips pursed around his finger, drawing the blood from him and swallowing it down. He quickly healed, but not before she had taken enough that the puncture marks on her neck healed over, and a bit of color returned to her cheeks. He knew that he needed to get her back to the house and get some food in her, but there was still training to adhere to.
"Now," he said, smoothing her hair away from her face. "I have allowed you to come, I have granted you my own, and I have healed you. You must thank me, Elena."