Her eyes grew large when his body returned to its normal, and still massive, size. Hallbjorn seemed more relaxed now, but she could tell he was in pain. There was no way he could not be. She wished she could take it away from him. As much as she longed to ask him questions about his transformation and what happened back at the empty parking lot, she knew that now was not the time.<br/><br/>The worried expression left her face and she laughed when he told her that she was still getting her Blizzard, and a big one at that. It did not escape her notice that he called her female. Kara thought the only times he had called her by name were when he first showed up, and then tonight when he apologized. Even though she probably should have been upset about it, she found it sort of sweet.<br/><br/>Kara didn't miss the look in his eyes before he looked back up at the roof of the truck. That look did funny things to her. It made her feel like she was wrapped up in a warm blanket. She smiled tenderly at him while he wasn't watching, but soon she was nibbling on her lower lip as she looked back down to his wounds.<br/><br/>Her delicate fingers reached out and she slowly began to unbutton his shirt. She was tender and careful as she tried her best not to hurt him. It registered to her after a moment that even though she could smell his blood, it had not awoken the thirst inside of her. Kara was too concerned about Hallbjorn's wounds and the pain he must be in.<br/><br/>After peeling back his shirt, she sucked in a breath when finally seeing the damage the werewolf had done to him. Kara's eyes stung with tears, but she would not let them fall. Yet even with his wounds and the blood covering him, Hallbjorn was magnificent to behold. She would have savored the sight a lot longer if she didn't feel such a strong urge to tend to him.<br/><br/>Kara found some gauze pads in the first aid kit, and used them to mop up as much of the blood as she could. No matter how gentle she tried to be, she knew the lightest of brushes over his cuts had to hurt. In an effort to distract him from what she was doing, she asked, “You're a berserker, yet your brother is a vampire? I'm a bit confused. I had thought that immortality was passed down from parent to child. At least, I think that's how it happened with me. I certainly don't recall ever being bitten, so I don't think that's how i came to be what I am.”<br/><br/>Finished cleaning up what blood she could, Kara took some of the antiseptic wipes and started to clean his wounds. Years of baby-sitting had her leaning down to blow gently on each cut after she used the stinging cleanser on it. She hoped it would help soothe the sting.<br/><br/>She glanced up several times as she worked, hoping to see his eyes and what color they might be. Unlike the werewolves change in eye color, she found the stormy gray of Hallbjorn's eyes breathtaking.