[Rebecca looks up again, her hand clutching her shoulder tighter with a wince. She's starting to feel weaker which she takes to be the most negative of signs, even with her fingers pressing against the wound the pain doesn't shake the feeling. So she looks at Spike thoughtfully for a beat, following the features of his face before finally bringing herself to meet his eyes. Power and security, huh.]
If I'm really different, or awful, or something - [she shakes her head, which feels like cotton] can you off me then?