Blane didn't know if she had recognized him. Part of him hope she hadn't so she wouldn't feel bad that she had been saved by a vampire. Due to how she was acting he was a bit sure that she might feel that way. If she had recognized him than there was no changing that. It was late. Well early by human standards. He felt her arms wrap around his neck. He hadn't let go of her just in case. Her head laying weakly against his shoulder made his unbeating heart flutter. He could smell her pain. Smell her bleeding. Worse...smell the venom in her system. He had to get that out. She wasn't fine. He could tell that soon as she staggered. He moved and caught her when she staggered and fell to her knees. Scooping her back up. "Not a problem." He said softly.<br/><br/>He pulled her close. "Let me remove your pain and his poison. I'll spit it aside...I promise." He said. Placing his lips at the bite marks and sucked on her neck. Pulling out the poison which was keeping the pain and suffering inside. He spit it aside then pulled again. Kissing the wound closed. That mouthful of blood he spit aside. Shifting her and wiped his mouth on his shoulder. Even as far from awake she was the sounds should hopefully have told her he kept his word. That he didn't swallow her blood. He carried her back towards the slayers. "The poison is gone. You'll recover quickly now." He said to her.<br/><br/>Running even though now sunlight streamed through the horizon as he ran. Getting her back to the barn. Running up into the loft and laid her down. Leaving her in the coat as he pulled a blanket over her. Putting her head gently on the pillow. He then moved into the shadows. Sitting up against the wall out of the suns rays. Panting as it hurt. He had taken her pain into himself. Therefore the pain she felt should be a mere light throbbing over anything else. He fell asleep. Her pain was strong. The telekinesis had helped him transfer it to himself. He was that powerful with it. By her blood touching his tongue as he fixed her...it enable him to take a large majority of it into himself. He spoke once. "Rest well Seveline...."