Inari nodded, shivering a little. The thought of another presence inside of her in any capacity or context was still a little unnerving, but the Hunger was a kind of otherness that she lived with every day. If she trusted Bob, maybe she would be able to trust herself, and breathe a little easier when she left the apartment.
"So you'd...ride shotgun for those first few days, and help me switch off the Come Hither? But you'd feel everything I feel? That won't...bother you?"