"Very well. If it is your desire, female." Hallbjorn said, giving his assent to checking in early to a hotel. They could make more progress tonight but he was willing to indulge Kara's wish to rest. The pair of them left the mall, and Hallbjorn secured Kara's new clothing in the back of the cab. Even with everything purchased there was room back there, a true testament to how large the Super Duty was. A male of Hallbjorn's size needed the oversized vehicle just for himself. It proved to be a bonus now that there was enough room for all of the clothing alongside the munchies and so on that Kara had wanted.<br/><br/>He was quiet again as they drove to the nearest hotel, but perhaps this silence would not have the same pall over it. Hallbjorn looked over at Kara once, then reached over and gave her knee a gentle squeeze without saying anything before he returned his hand to the wheel.<br/><br/>The nearest hotel proved to be a Hilton. At this time of night the guests were mostly in bed, but the bar was still open and there were a few lonely souls nursing drinks there. Hallbjorn directed Kara to take select from her bags what she would wear for the next few days so that they could give it to the hotel to have it laundered. The large man held Kara's hand on the way from the truck to the hotel's lobby, and continued to hold it while they checked in. The tall blond asked for, and received, the penthouse suite for the two of them. It was, perhaps, unduly lavish for their needs, but the large man was thinking only of Kara's comfort and her experience on their journey. He also made arrangements for the hotel staff to have Kara's clothing cleaned. Hallbjorn slipped the bellhop several bills with the ease of someone who was unconcerned about money that the bellhop knew meant more would come with good service, so the two were treated very well on their way up to their room and promised anything that they could want.<br/><br/>When they were checked in, Hallbjorn let Kara use the washroom first to get ready for the night. He changed from his clothes and left them outside to be cleaned as well, changing in a pair large black boxer shorts for nightwear. Clothes from the previous days - what had not been discarded - went to be cleaned as well, and he had a bag with fresh for the next day ready. He had his own toiletries and used the sink in the kitchen to brush his teeth and freshen up while Kara got ready.<br/><br/>The Berserker realized that there was one need that he had not taken care of. His female needed blood to stay strong. He did not know how much or how often she would need to drink, and there was only one ready source. The blond man found a tall glass in the kitchen and reflected on it as he pulled free his long knife. After a moment he pierced the flesh of one arm, the tip of the blade opening a minor blood vessel. The Berserker held his arm over the glass and watched dispassionately as it filled to the brim. By the time the glass was full the injury had knit itself shut, and the Berserker had only some blood on his forearm to show that he had injured himself. He washed it away into the sink and went to the opulently sized bed, waiting for Kara to join him. The large man set the glass of blood on the nightstand for her. It would still be warm when she joined him.