what have I done

Almost on autopilot, but lazy with the pleasure of the feed, Isla shifted to take the handkerchief from her pocket, folding it and pressing it against the wound in Remi's neck. As she did so it was impossible not to feel his excitement pressing against her, and she regarded him as though seeing him for the very first time. They were in a frightful state, both of them - flushed with lingering ecstasy, covered in blood... speaking of which, she didn't know how much Remi actually had left. With one hand still pressed over the handkerchief, she gently loosed the other from his curls, absently brushing them back from his face to better examine him. Did she feel any better? With a lopsided smile she nodded, before flicking a glance southwards. "Uh... do you?" ISLA Hush now, I'm here