[Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips. That's a complicated and loaded question. To an extent, an immense weight feels lifted off her shoulders. There's no more lies. She doesn't have to hide or hurt anymore by trying to keep such an unfair and terrible secret.
But the guilt is there. Oh it's there, strong and fresh and powerful. Although putting all of that aside, how she physically feels is another story all together. The thrum of his pulse through his hand is felt while he still holds her own. Her eyes are a dark, crimson shade, flecked much redder than their usual sorrel color.
'Feeling better...?'
She stares quietly, guiltily, across the room, and gives a small nod of her head. At least she's regained consciousness. She can't imagine she's been out for too long. In the end she really doesn't know what to say. Even though she has so many things she has to.]