[She's shocked as he approaches, a blood pack clearly already in hand. Her red-dyed gaze widens and she stiffens as he nears again. Like a knight he kneels down, and offers her what she's been painfully craving since she awoke.
Her eyes flicker up to him, and with shaking fingers she reaches out to take the pack from his hands.]
Thank you... [Her fingers curl around the bag, fangs elongated in spite of herself. Even despite the fact that she doesn't have need of them in the moment. Turning around, she makes quick work of opening it up, and the second the blood hits her tongue, her eyes drift closed in relief.
At last
She drinks it fast, draining the bag entirely. Her need for blood isn't fully sated-- she can't understand why it feels as though she hasn't had a thing to drink in a year, but it helps. Enough so that she can pull herself together in the moment. It tastes-- inhuman. She's sure it's vampire- maybe even from her own world. Various memories dance through her head, but they're from a life she's unfamiliar with. She does what she can to block them out.
When she's done, she takes a moment to compose herself.]