The girl's suffering was not a casual thing. Being the sort of creature that he was, Dalindme was sustained by the terror and fear and most especially the girl's sense that the pain she was experiencing was the wages of sin and hey just desserts. The tastes of it all was very different from all he'd shared with Melinda. Absent was the sweetness, tenderness and loving concern. Instead, there was just ripping, tearing and devouring of the girl's very soul.<br/><br/>As he was plumbing the corpse for the secrets of the human skeletal structure Dalindme became aware of a dull throbbing pain. It confused him at first for her had not been in combat or in an accident. Still, the pain would not fade away, instead it just grew stronger as Melinda woke and consciously sent it to him. It went from annoying ache to pulsating pain, but he did not give up his work until he learned what he had set his mind to. Waves of strength and comfort food out of him as he rose to his feet and turned to go back  to Melinda's side.<br/><br/>He upped the heart his body was radiating until he was glowing red hot. The blood and gore spattered all over him burned away leaving behind only the stink of roasted meat. As he entered Melinda's bedchamber he said softly, "you awake?" he expected that she was but didn't want to wake her if she'd fallen back to sleep. When he got to her bed he lifted the covers a little and made to slip back in beside her.