MORGAN
In response to Neron's genuine smile and words all she could do was smile, embarrassed, and let out a laughing huff of air, unsure of what to say. Morgan had never had many friends (especially not like Neron) and when it came to affection, was in dire need of practice. Luckily she didn't need to think of what to say, for it seemed Neron's moment of clarity was only temporary."Would you rather be burnt?!" She chastised, determinedly holding his hand away from the flames, following his eyes as they moved to her wrist; oh, Chulane had mentioned this. The thirst. Morgan sighed, wondering what the best thing to do was. She didn't mind giving him blood if he needed it, her position on Ascended softened by now and Neron someone she cared for, but the effects of the bite were hardly appropriate right now.
Still, first priority was getting him away from the fire. "If you will come with me to sit over there, by the bar and away from the flames, you can drink." She bargained, carefully letting go of him and standing up, offering him a hand to get up as a thought came to mind. "If I cut my wrist, could you drink without biting me?" No fear in her voice: It would be far from the worst injury she had sustained.
Fall upon your knees saying
"This is my body and soul here"
"This is my body and soul here"
