Danielle had to keep it together. But she didn't want to. What she'd experienced was horrifying, and what was worse no one, not even her friends, would believe her. Only Aliand. Her hands reached out to clutch his arms, pressing her forehead against his shoulder as sobs wracked her. She let go, if only for a little. Bottling it up inside wasn't going to do her any good. She let him soothe her. It was nice, being comforted. Even when everything else seemed impossible at the moment. Danielle had just pulled things together, using the sleeve of the robe to blow her nose and dry her eyes. She left the sleeve off, since she was still fully dressed. Her clothes were ruined, but they weren't in tatters.<br/><br/>She wasn't expecting to feel something crawl along her back, but then Aliand gripped her tightly. The grip was almost painful, yet all that was forgotten when his mouth clashed against hers. It was aggressive, but good. Not her first kiss; she'd made out with boys in high school and even in college though she never let anything get further. She fully believed in saving her virginity for marriage. But kissing was alright. With him it was wonderful, and her fears for what could have possibly been touching her went out the window. He tasted amazing on her tongue, sweet and addictive. The sorry and pain she felt went away, leaving her with euphoria that she didn't want to let go. She kissed him back, her hands fluttering on his arms. For a moment she couldn't help but wonder what<i>more </i>would feel like.<br/><br/>When he pulled back and shoved her away, her eyes were dilated and her lips tingled. Her face was flushed, hair in a matted mess down her back. She flushed even harder at the realization of her thoughts, and nodded. "I'll s-set some out for you," she whispered, unable to look away from him. Her eyes helplessly roamed down his body, remembering what he'd looked like on the table before she'd been knocked out. Licking her lips, she backed away, then shook her head. What was wrong with her?<br/><br/>In the bathroom, Danielle washed her hands, then remembered her wrists had been cut. The bleeding had stopped at least, but she should treat them before they got infected. A shower would probably be better than a bath to prevent that. She had a good first aid kit and got it out, then got out clothes for Aliand to wear later. A mostly plain white pajama shirt that went to her knees on her and baggy sweatpants; hopefully they would fit him. She got out some clean pajamas for herself before she got into the hot shower. Her head was bruised, but not cut, and her neck had been nicked, but not badly. Her wrists were worse off, since they'd painted his body with her blood.<br/><br/>She'd almost suggested he join her, but that would be a lot more awkward than the kiss had been. She cropped that up to just shock as she scrubbed her body, feeling filthy and oddly violated. She wasn't sure Aliand fully understood how close she had come to dying. That was why she had had a meltdown. She carefully scrubbed around the cuts on her wrists, but was hasty with the rest of the bathing. Hasty, but thorough. Danielle wanted to save some hot water for the other, and so the shower was only about thirty minutes long.