action;
Helen waited patiently for him to respond, allowing him to move her head so he could pull out the shards of glass. They both knew the pieces would have to come out sooner or later and seeing as she couldn't do it herself, he was the only other option and that meant relinquishing control, something she didn't do easily. Her jaw tensed at both his words and the second taste of her blood, fingers curling around themselves as she resisted the urge to smack his hand away.
"Nikola," was all she said in response, a not-so-friendly warning that if he got too carried away, she was more than willing to hit him for it. Once he'd finished with what she couldn't reach herself and examined her back -- which had fortunately been protected by her dress and the small duster she'd been wearing -- she took the med kit from him. Resting it on her lap and opening it up, she shot him a look that clearly asked if he was all right to be near her and if he'd done anything about his blood lust recently. As usual, she was amazed at his control, wondering vaguely how long he'd been off the serum and how badly he was doing without it. From what she could see, he was doing all right, better than she would have expected. Good. The last thing either of them needed was for his blood lust to get the better of him.