Vi looks surprised, and she perks up. “To stand in for Tess?” She thinks for a while, breaking into a smirk at the poetry of it.
“You’re here in place of Tess, and you’ll feed me in place of Tess. That sounds quite nice.” She looks at you, almost shyly. “I promise I won’t bite your neck. That would be lethal and turn you into one of my familiars.”
She walks over, slowly getting on her knees and folding her legs before your seated form. She looks up at you, crimson gaze shimmering.
“Remind me – did you wound yourself for me earlier, or did you just give me one of Tess’ vials?”
- I cut myself for you. Here’s my wound.
- I gave you Tess’ vial… but perhaps it’s better to save her for another day. Now it’s my turn.