Moira
Moira made the conscious choice to let it go. She may be frustrated when she is treated like a child, but for whatever reason she was stuck in the body of one, and not a particularly strong or graceful one at that. She chose instead to focus on her gratitude for being able to move past the getting herself dry part of the day with such speed, which allowed her to find another pad and get dressed before her body decided to do anything humiliating.
She found that a pair of sneakers in her size had materialized next to the pile of clothes, and while she found the rainbow and unicorn motif dubious at best, she found the pink color rather soothing, actually.
She looked up from putting them on to ask Yulia if she had been able to get any Ibuprofen, only to see a bottle of it as well as a glass of water sitting on the bathroom counter. She picked up the bottle and read the instructions and warning thoroughly before grabbing 2 and drinking a quarter of the glass of water to wash them down.
She discovered that the sink basin in which she had been soaking her clothes from the night before was now empty, and a brand new electric toothbrush and a waterflosser had materialized on the counter behind it. There also didn't seem to be any traces of blood in the sink.
Before she could even set the glass of water down, all of the pills which had to be taken with water had appeared on the counter. Moira had chosen to enjoy this rather than view this as condescending. She figured for a powerful vampire like Yulia her morning process must seem painfully slow in comparison to how fast she could move or think.
She took them all, and even refilled the glass from the sink to make sure she wouldn't be suffering from dehydration. She made sure to brush her teeth and then floss before rinsing off both of those implements and returning them to their location.
Then, most importantly, she turned and hugged her wife. Unfortunately, her short stature of merely 4'8" meant that she was hugging her wife's thighs right above the knees, but that issue was soon solved when she was picked up and lifted to chest height. She felt amazingly safe and warm in her wife's powerful arms, even though there was a brief moment when she was nearly suffocated by her chest. The pillows found there made her want to go back to sleep right there after burying herself in them, but she refrained in favor of kissing her wife chastely on the lips.
Afterwards, she was set down gently on her feet, with a very pink aura flowing between the two. She grinned and carefully walked out of the bathroom, where she began to prepare breakfast.
Yulia had many talents, but cooking was not one of them.
When breakfast was done cooking, Moira had a collection of fried potatoes, vegetables, eggs, and steak, with one medium rare for her and three basically seared for 30 seconds a side for Yulia. Yulia, for her part, had just gotten done making some orange juice as well as a small, unappetizing looking drink for Moira to supplement her diet with.
Getting the unpleasantries out of the way, Moira plugged her nose and chugged down her drink mix in record time. She then rinsed out her mouth to rid herself of any lingering taste before sitting down to eat with a somewhat reduced appetite.
Her appetite picked right back up as the seasoning within meat and the potatoes created a wonderful mix of flavors in her mouth. She privately thought Yulia was mostly in it for the blood, but she was just grateful that Yulia was willing to join her for her meals at all.
After all, while Moira enjoyed orange juice, Yulia had filled a relatively large glass from a packet she pulled out of the freezer. Naturally, it was red in color, but the worst part of all was that her body really, really wanted that glass.
She still had much of the blood from before she had been transformed flowing through her veins, and due to Mckenna's influence, vampire would remain alive and well in her blood in perpetuity. Since this didn't come with most of the normal perks, she had what was referred to as "latent" vampirism. Basically, you drink blood, probably have a weakness to silver and nightshade, and maybe have slightly enhanced senses and recovery. Enjoy!
Speaking of which, it had taken a lot of persuasion for Moira to convince the doctor's that antimicrobial silver isn't a god-send, actually. The reaction had actually been listed as "Critically severe allergy to metals, primarily silver." She had almost died during that demonstration.
What she hadn't been willing to admit to anybody, even her spouse, is that she still had a craving for blood. One that would accept no substitute.
She forced herself to look away from that glass whenever she caught herself eyeing it, and Yulia seemed to be savoring it by sipping it slowly rather than drinking it down quickly like she did normally.
Yulia's lips seemed to be twitched up in a slight smirk. Wait a minute! Was she doing this on purpose?
"You know, dearest wife, if you want some, all you have to do is ask. I am hardly one to judge." Yulia confronted her tauntingly, while basically admitting that she had been doing that on purpose.
"Please may I have a glass of blood, oh light of my life?" Moira asked, practically through gritted teeth.
Yulia pulled out a more normal sized glass, grabbed another packet out of the freezer, and then proceeded to pour half of its contents into the new glass while using the other half to refill hers. All without spilling a single drop. The discarded packet was accurately tossed into the kitchen trash can before she sat down again, casually reaching all the way across the table to give Moira her glass. Yulia sitting was more of a lounging half on her side on the ground thing, which annoyingly still kept her eye level with Moira, who was sitting in a chair.
Moira gruffly thanked her wife before clutching on to the glass like it contained the most precious secrets of the universe within. Unlike Yulia, she was unable to control herself enough to savor it and basically ended up drinking it like it was water and she had been stranded in a desert for a month.
Come to think of it, that wasn't the worst analogy. As soon as it entered her system, Moira felt a new sense of calm and peace wash over her as the craving was appeased. She also felt a new sense of strength flooding her limbs, and her body just in general hurt less. Especially her abdomen.
"Thank you very much, Yulia." Moira whispered. She was thanking Yulia for forcing her to be honest with herself, not just for the blood.