"Come sit with me," she says, noticing he is still kneeling. "Your skin is like Damian's, now; his is cold, unless he has just fed."
Unthinkingly she rubs a hand over the side of her neck, where he'd bitten, but the small mark has already healed over, and there is no scar. "If you would like I have a room you may rest in. It is like home."
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Unthinkingly she rubs a hand over the side of her neck, where he'd bitten, but the small mark has already healed over, and there is no scar. "If you would like I have a room you may rest in. It is like home."