Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
The blood he had taken offered him a sense of her moods, and he saw the way she hesitated as she sat up. Without another word, he slipped an arm out to wrap around her shoulders, gently pulling her to rest against his chest.
"I merely meant to ask if you were hurting. I know it does, but I tried to waylay that, as much as I could," His usual methods of making the entire thing pleasurable were not something he'd offer to a friend alone, so he had had to settle for the gentle approach, hands going no further than her own wrists. Now, though, he let his hand wander up and down her arms, into her hair, soothing sorts of touches.
"You are stronger than I gave you credit for, Willow. It's in your blood. Look," He held out his right hand, the worse of them, showing only the faintest pinkening of flesh. "You did that. Healed me. There is nothing I could do to thank you," Laying it on a bit thick, maybe, but he didn't want her thinking this was something he took lightly. It wasn't.