"No, I'll be fine," Angel answered when Katara asked him if he needed to feed, holding back the urge to wince at the unpleasant sensations her ministrations were causing. Not that the wound didn't already hurt. The pain was basically blurring together at this point and the vampire focused on the wall on the otherside the room as the waterbender continued to inspect his injury.
"Nonsense!" Came a reply from a voice that while familiar, was not Katara's. Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Angel focused on the woman now standing beside him, holding a mug of blood out for him to take.
Anne. Of course.
"I figured you'd need it," she said when Angel took the mug from her and sipped some of the blood from it. "There's more in the back." She gave him a smile and then turned on her heel, retreating to the back to take care of things around the shelter. Or so Angel assumed.
It was then that he took a moment to ponder what Katara had said about Willow. He'd heard something about her going evil on everyone when she'd restored his soul that last time, but he didn't know the whole story. He lifted his head and peered over the rim of the mug for someone who would, spotting Spike.
Standing, he drew away from Katara momentarily, and headed over to the younger vampire, ignoring the pangs of pain his wound gave off in protest of him moving.