She had yelped when he bit her, like a another reminder of agony to inform her of the waking world. A whimper fled her lips as she shifted against him, lungs continuing to scratch with every breath and expel of water. Roan kept his sitting in his lap, sock submerged into her warmth where it had claimed it's place. A shiver crossed over her, and dark blue eyes gazed for only a moment to the floor of the bathroom.<br/><br/>Iris had seen him, seen him corrupting her dying body as it floated in the water. But she wasn't in the bath, but instead on the floor. The time had only lasted a second or two before life returned to her physical body, leaving the outside experience something that she could only ponder of. She nibbled weakly at her lip and looked to him, his questions twisting in her heart. He was what she wanted, but the death and pain was something that traumatized her poor fallen soul. It brought a pain that she had never known existed, and opened her eyes to another aspect of being human.<br/><br/>The last of his words brought her arms to rise, shivering lightly to the cooling water along her soft skin. He wanted to fuck her? Again? She shook her head before stopping herself, allowing a deep breath to sink into healing lungs, "Can't we eat first, then we can later?" Her eyes were pleading, wanting to be able to dress and have her time to heal and strengthen.