[She resists only for a beat, but knows she can't deny him whatever he's seeking. Not after he has given so much for her. Her chin raises, her eyes following after, following a path up his neck, his cheek, finally meeting his eyes. She's rarely this fully open anymore, showing him everything she keeps away from the world for its own protection: how much she hurts. How much she needs people, and needs him. How sorry she is for tasting his blood, how much she wants to beg him not to turn away from her.]