I calmly looked into his eyes and bit softly on my lips. It was an awkward position for me and I didn't even know where he had decided to take his blood meal from.
The first thing he did was put the chain around my neck and kiss it when he was done. Then he pulled me closer, inhaled my scent deeply and sighed.
"I should be ashamed to have even asked this of the Descendant, but I can't find it in me to do so," he said, inclining more on my shoulder. "I hope you'll forgive me, Celestine."
"Why should you be ashamed?" I questioned, cocking my head. "You don't seem to have eaten at all the past two days, and you haven't even visited the hospital, as per my assumptions. Is your wound really cured or are you still healing?"
I touched his wound to check it myself before he could respond. He didn't flinch at all. Maybe it had cured faster than I had expected, although it was a fracture.
