<strong>Anya<br/>Infirmary <br/>Tagged - Isoke, Zitka, Tyson, Nurse Arami</strong><br/><br/>Anya saw the way he couldn't meet her eyes and dread welled up inside her. Had she really messed it up, by doing what she had? But soon his words were stamping out that dread and relief flooded her. He reached out, as if to touch her but drew back, and she now could read the doubt on his gorgeous face.<br/><br/>She stepped close and let her body heat wrap him up. She placed her good hand on his cheek in a caress and smiled sadly. "I understand why you were upset, but sometimes it is very hard to control the harpy. I just, when I heard your cry of pain, I saw red..." and she quite literally had and the flames had swept her up.<br/><br/>She blushed slightly at the mention of him helping her. "There is something you can do..." she began, unable to meet his eyes for a minute but forcing herself to do so. "As a consort, your blood can help heal me, mending my wing quicker than if I let it heal by itself." As she said the words, her fangs slid from her gums, peaking as she spoke. Her heart began to race as she waited for his response.