When she had turned her back, Marcel shot glances at her. Though he tried his best not to feel that same feeling, he noted that after a moment or two he found himself able to directly look at her. Seeing that she was wobbling, he knew that if he let this go on she would be in trouble with other members in the castle. Which would only cause hostilities and aggression he did not want to bother with.<span style="font-style: italic">But that girl... she is nothing but trouble, yet...</span>he stood up a little straighter then before and lumbered over to her. With each step, he gradually regained his usual strength and vigor. Though it would be a while yet before he was mentally normal. It was clear that nothing like this had ever happened, and he was not sure how to deal with it.<br/><br/>Before she could exit the room, he walked up and grabbed her wrist. "Just, never mind..." he murmured. "Go out there now and they will scent your blood, then you will be in real trouble," he said. A couple of seconds later, he led her to the couch and put a blanket over her legs. "Lay down and sleep with that, it is clear you will not make it to the rooms like that... listen this time, and do not ignore my words." With that he wandered as if aimlessly and found himself at the side of his room where he opened a balcony door and walked out to it. His eyes peered at the horizon and how licks of color started to fade in. Oranges and a little red, but primarily blues.<br/><br/>His mind was still in distress, and he could not help but feel himself want more of the girls blood. It would be fine though, as long as he kept himself from looking at her for too long. Probably... letting her stay here was a snap decision, and she was too confused to let wander. It was obvious this was the best decision, but he could not afford to drink her blood, not again at least. There was no telling what was happening to him.