<strong>Isoke Naota<br/>Infirmary<br/>Tagged: Anya, Tyson, Zitka, Nurse</strong><br/><br/>Isoke all but melted into the warmth of her body as she stepped forward to reassure him that his lapse in control had not cost them whatever it was they had.  As he felt the soft skin of her hand press against his cheek, he couldn't help but lean into her touch.  It was quickly becoming apparent that the link between them was actually a two way street.  After all, he had literally just met her and yet the feelings he had for her were already deeply ingrained in him.  He couldn't help but give her an ironic grin when she mentioned the volatility of her harpy nature.<strong>"It would seem we both have a button that causes us to forget rational thought for the sake of immediate retaliation.  Thank you for being there for me."</strong><br/><br/>When Anya told him how he would be able to help to make her discomfort tolerable, his brows lifted in surprise.  Isoke had begun to consider that notion, inherently wary of those girls who did feed on blood since some can easily get carried away and take more than they should.  It only took him a heartbeat to forego his traditional system of weighing options, remembering that he was not just another piece of meat that Anya would take advantage of.  She had already earned his trust and the injury she now suffered was a result of that.  His expression softened and a warm smile spread across his lips as he embraced the harpy.  Leaning his head forward and to one side, Isoke pressed his lips against the fever hot skin of Anya's neck and kissed it softly while effectively exposing his own neck to her.  He whispered softly near her ear even though his lips never left her neck.  "That's fine.  Take what you need, love."