[She follows beside him, careful of his condition to make sure he's okay to continue and that he isn't losing too much blood. The smell of it makes her eyes glow blood red, but she's carefully avoiding physically touching him to resist temptation.]

Do I? I mean... she says that all the time anyway, but she'll probably still be upset with me for drinking from that thing. Or upset with herself for not being there to stop it from happening.

[She clasps her hands in front of her, looking up at Cobalt while they talk.]

I hope you'll be okay... that blood that spilled on you... it doesn't smell right. When I tasted their blood before it tasted like acid or garbage or something. It just tasted awful. I can't imagine what it does when it comes into contact with skin.