He didnâ€™t really understand it all that well, and one could only imagine the puzzled look on his face when she said she was fine with what he had done to her. He had brought her here with the intentions of breaking her, killing her, at first and yet here she was saying that if he ever needed to feed she would provide. Did she even realize what she has just agreed to upon saying that? Ignorance was bliss he supposed, but still, she really had no idea and the part of him that was still in denial almost jumped for joy when she gave him permission. Deziel did not just drink the blood of his victims; he also devoured their flesh as well as their heart. There was no particular reason why he ate the heart other than it was a habit and he felt the heart was the best tasting thing a human possessed.<br/><br/>But he would not do that to her, rip out her heart, not now. Was that a part of love, the desire to not want to bring harm to the other and to want them to be with you? It was still all strange to him, and he still felt like someone was cutting his stomach up with a knife whenever he thought of her.<br/><br/>She had showed him there was a different side to him, and he was thankful for it though he would never truly voice it because he was still unsure. He also did not know how to truly express his feelings because the concept of loving anything was indeed alien to him. No harm would come to her, he told himself, but the true demon in him disagreed. Deziel could get violent, she had seen that last night, and he would not tolerate if she denied him. Perhaps she was telling him he could feed off of her because she did not want to upset him? That was a possibility, but either way he did not give her a response or voice his concerns.<br/><br/>â€œTake it easy, weâ€™ll get you cleaned up once weâ€™re upstairs.â€ He said to her, holding her close to him while she leaned on him for support. Her touch was gentle and so he would also be gentle as he could with her. The last thing he needed was her injuries to get worse. He already felt horrible; he did not need anything to add to that for fear that that emotional bomb would explode. That would not be a pretty sight, especially because he does have a slight temper. Along the way, he grabbed two more bottles of vodka and told her to carry one so he had a free hand to support her. Then he slowly helped her up the stairs and to the kitchen.<br/><br/>He pulled out a chair for her to sit from the beautiful oak dining table, handed her another apple if she was still hungry, and gestured for her to sit while he pulled out his first aid kit. There was still a decent amount of bandage left and he carefully placed her ankle in a splint while he wrapped it. He was not a doctor but he did have a fair bit of experience patching up wounds so he knew what he was doing. Once he finished, making sure the bandage was not too tight so she would be comfortable, he carefully put everything away and smiled softly at her. â€œAll finished.â€ He said, â€œDo you feel any better? I can show you to that room now, if youâ€™d like me to.â€