Kida sits still, moderately, through him cleaning up the bite mark, and true to what Damian has said, does feel tired, a little drained. But alert enough, still, to take in her surroundings, and attempt stripping off the skirt of her clothes; the knot that holds it in place has never been quite so complicated to undo.

"Thank you," she murmurs, taking his hand--now warm, and surprisingly human, and soft. "You may stay here, for a while, if you would like," she offers, diplomacy she has known since being a child still ringing clear in her voice. She is the heir, and does not tend to forget this. "But if you must leave, that is alright."