[She feels dizzy and ill rather quickly, not even aware of the way all her weight slumped forward against him and how her grip is so loose that if he wasn't holding her she would've sunk to the ground already. She's initially reluctant, eyes fluttering open as she looks at his wrist in front of her face - lightheaded as she is, for a moment she entertains the thought of just telling him to keep going. Maybe death isn't that bad.
But then - her eyes focus on his hand and she tentatively presses her lips to it. Not entirely sure what's she's doing or how to proceed, lightly sucking even if the thought of blood ironically for a few seconds more doesn't seem palatable. Hesitation fades quickly.]