Flirting even when he was dying from a gunshot wound. She had heard that Jason Stackhouse had a way with woman, but she hadn't realized it extended quite that far. She remembered her own death, and knew that she had been no where near as calm as Jason was right now. He really was brave.
She tensed slightly as his hand tightened around her wrist and he began to drink. It wasn't that it was unpleasant, and certainly it didn't hurt. It just felt...weird.
It sure seemed to work through. She could feel his grip on her strengthen, could hear his pulse starting to return to normal.
And then he was fine. Covered in blood and dirt maybe, but living and breathing and standing up and helping her to her feet.
Her eyes widened in surprise when hugged her. But when the shock passed, she found she was hugging him back, laughing in relief.
"I'm fine," she said, shaking her head. She felt a little weak maybe, but nothing too bad. She'd probably be fine after a bottle of Tru Blood.
"Actually, a ride home would be good. I don't know if I could run that far right now. Bill's still...well, wherever he is, but I stay at his place." She looked at Jason, then down at her own body. "Wow. We're quite the mess, aren't we?"