Natali didn't even react when his hand slid up the shirt of the two piece dress she was wearing. She trusted him and was honestly very pale featured compared to her normal palely sunkissed hue. She was feeling very drained as he lowered them into his casket. It must be his because it just seemed like it belonged to him. Her eyes rather pale hued at the moment. She looked around weakly as the room lights came on. It was definently his. She saw the portrait and liked how happy both people in the photo appeared. She zoned back in when the familiar scent of blood caught her senses. She looked at him. "It is okay." She gets out. "I trust you." She added. She takes the wrist to her lips. Sucking on it gently. Pulling away when she had enough energy to speak. "I don't want to. He hasn't slept in two nights or days. He needs rest." She says softly. Taking his wrist back to her mouth gently. She drank until her heart stopped racing and the energy returned to her. Placing a soft kiss on the cut. The kiss healed his wrist over nicely. She smiles and licked her lips and teeth clean delicately. "I am happy I didn't. I wish my healing worked on myself. My arms and back and the back of my neck are sore and I bet the places I can't see are bruised. She sighs a bit. "He is going to be hard to help but I will help him whether he wants it or not." She says stubbornly.