[ He tightens his grip, holding her tight against his shoulder, even as he takes a quick stock of their surroundings. After her sacrifice, after forcing her to drink his blood, he couldn't cheapen it by letting his guard down. Not when he was already regretting... No, he couldn't allow that. Not even if it meant she never looked at him again.
It had been the right thing to do. To believe otherwise, was folly.
He presses a finger under her jaw, trying to get her to look up at him. He needed this, before things were forever changed. It wasn't over yet. ]