With a smile, she eagerly dug into her own meal, hungry enough to put conversation aside for now. She was never the social butterfly her other self was, preferring to say only what was needed and be blunt about it. Some called her harsh for her honesty, but she was too much like her Lord-Father to be upset about it.
That blood tasted good, and it filled her. She savored it, licking the blood of her lips as she studied him. No obvious wounds, but her healers instinct still reared it's head. And perhaps, fueled by it, was the small desire to touch him again. "Have I harmed you?"