<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Elysia</span></span><br/><br/>Elysia's breathing was slow and her eyes slipped closed as she lay on her side on the couch. She listened to Nathan play for a moment, letting the music wash over her and settle her nerves. When she opened her eyes again she was calmer but her head still pounded uncomfortably.<br/><br/>Sia was pleased to see that Nathan was drinking the nutrition shake, even if he was struggling to get it down. She would have to look into altering the flavor. She imagined that the cook would be able to do something to make it a little more appealing without upsetting the nutritional value.<br/><br/>"You're not a slayer?" she repeated, relieved to hear it. She was aware that he could be lying to her but she didn't believe that was true. Or, she didn't care. She needed to feed from him and the thought of having to kill him and find someone else was not a pleasant one. Besides, she had grown quite fond of him. It would be upsetting to learn that he wanted to kill her.<br/><br/>"You wouldn't blend in," she agreed. "Which is why you would have to agree to be a PNC to get close to the vampire you wanted to kill. For all I know, the story about your sick mother could be just that; a story." She sighed and moved to sit up, wincing as the action pulled on her torn skin. She settled back against the couch and watched him look pitifully towards the second drink.<br/><br/>"You don't have to drink it right now. Come here," she patted the space beside her and once he had joined her, her hand moved to the side of his neck. She brushed his hair back and leaned forward, her fangs elongating. She bit down gently, piercing his skin and drinking deeply from his throat. There was no grinding of hips or playful teasing this time. This was a necessity and she didn't dress it up as anything else. Still, the taste of his blood did elicit a soft moan of delight from her. After a moment she pulled back and sealed the wound for him before crying out in pain. She doubled over, her fingertips moving towards her torn flesh as it began to knot itself back together, similar to the way she could seal the bite wounds she left on Nathan.<br/><br/>Once she was healed, she panted softly and sat back again, turning her attention back to Nathan. "Were you hurt?" she asked after a moment, her eyelids heavy as though she were sleepy. "I'm sorry that he grabbed you like that and that I couldn't reach you in time. I was worried he would snap your neck if I got too close." She lifted a hand to the side of his face and brushed her thumb across his cheek.