[ The sight of him running- of him as upset is like a vice upon her heart. It's instinct to follow after him, even if... no. He's always been this young, hasn't he? In the end, it doesn't matter. Of course the scent of blood is getting to him. It bothers her, too. She's thirsty, even if she ignores it.
Determined to focus on him, her hand reaches out to catch his shoulder.]