[Much as the bloodlust has addled her mind, her smile of relief at his acceptance is sincere, and the predatory intensity leaves her eyes. While she managed to keep the usual warmth in her voice, it no longer strains her to do so now that she has permission to drink (sadly, not from his neck - but as a fellow titan shifter, albeit not a professional combatant, she understands his protective instinct).]
Thank you, Reiner.
[She takes his arm in her cold hands as if it were a precious artifact, gently supporting his wrist (to keep tabs on his pulse, perhaps) while her other hand's fingertips follow the veins on his forearm, selecting the richest one. Turning slightly towards him so she can obscure what she's doing from passersby with her veil of hair, she bites down.
All things considered, Reiner's pain tolerance is far higher than required for this, but the psychological discomfort of having her drain his blood - blood he needs to stay alive, to keep defending Amberfall, to check on Eren and Bertholdt and everyone else - may be harder to bear. She does keep her promise, however, and stops after drinking about the equivalent of a medium-sized glass, pulling away with a blood-smeared mouth.]
I feel much so better. Really, I can't thank you enough. Are you alright?
[His wound won't require her healing magic, but she at least shows him the courtesy of offering him a handkerchief first before cleaning her own face up.]
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Thank you, Reiner.
[She takes his arm in her cold hands as if it were a precious artifact, gently supporting his wrist (to keep tabs on his pulse, perhaps) while her other hand's fingertips follow the veins on his forearm, selecting the richest one. Turning slightly towards him so she can obscure what she's doing from passersby with her veil of hair, she bites down.
All things considered, Reiner's pain tolerance is far higher than required for this, but the psychological discomfort of having her drain his blood - blood he needs to stay alive, to keep defending Amberfall, to check on Eren and Bertholdt and everyone else - may be harder to bear. She does keep her promise, however, and stops after drinking about the equivalent of a medium-sized glass, pulling away with a blood-smeared mouth.]
I feel much so better. Really, I can't thank you enough. Are you alright?
[His wound won't require her healing magic, but she at least shows him the courtesy of offering him a handkerchief first before cleaning her own face up.]