Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
He pressed his lips to the site of the wounds, healing them over quickly, as well as trying to dull some of the pain. He smiled that gentle smile again, moving back just enough to show he would give her space- if she wanted contact, he would go with that, too, but some hated it.
"Are you alright?" She was likely conscious thanks to the power in her blood, the same reason he had drank only about half of what he took from a normal human. Even as they spoke, his skin was healing itself, the dark marks lightening closer to his usual pale shade, blisters fading down into nothingness.