"Yeah," she breathes softly in response after a beat, even though she feels that slight nip somewhere in the bottom of her stomach; she could have fed some more. But it's enough to sustain her for another handful of days, which is what matters. She nuzzles her cheek into his palm, eyes back to the color of forget-me-nots when she opens them slowly once again. "Thank you," she whispers, lips brushing his in a gentle kiss as she rubs her face against his, forehead tipping into his -- she can never tell why this particular gesture feels so familiar, so right, but it always does.