She must have swallowed some of his blood because her mouth tastes weird and there's a slight tingling sensation. Stella curls up into a ball, trying to shield herself as best as possible. Not that she is self conscious, but the monks had extolled the value of modesty. "I remembered the night my pack was attacked." Glancing up from the floor, she sees that a fair bit of damage had been done to his arm. A slight growl escapes her after feeling his eyes travel along her very tanned and very well muscled body. When he looks away she gets up and warms one the bed sheets around herself. "I will be fine. Is it a good thing you think I'm attractive?", she asks as she digs more clothes out.