Her foolishness led her to throw the bathroom door open and search the room, the darkness sending her heart into a tailspin. She'd never been so afraid before, the thought of being alone in the dark scared her like a child yearning for a night light to save them until the sun could warm their shoulders and keep them safe the darkness at their backs. "Desmond? Please… I… there's blood on my hands and I can't get it off. Are you still here? Please be here!" She asked again, eyes still adjusting to the lack of light in the room as the blur from her tears clouded her vision a bit, and as she found him she sank down beside him, unaware that the hour of night left her in danger. His vampire hunger would easily betray his conscious mind to be good and kind, and like a slow-witted creature stepping into the lion's den she slipped her hands around his right arm before he could object. "What happened to me?" She sobbed.
The closeness of him quickly put her fears at bay, no longer did she fear that someone might break into her room or already here and hiding amongst her possessions, instead the nearness of him brought yet another smile to her lips and she rested her head upon his shoulder as she noted the way his jeans were missing material on the knees, her tears now dry as she reached down to touch the torn fabric.