The fogged memory of Ty'la feeding from her made her hair stand on end. It brought mostly fear, but... There was a twinge of excitement, of pleasure once her fangs had slid into Anju's flesh. She listened calmly as her sire spoke, the pit of regret churning from the thought of the part she had played in Ty'la's own death. Though the firebender didn't seem angry about that anymore. The fact struck Anju with both relief and confusion.<br/><br/>Anju stood still as Ty'la seemed to inspect her. Every touch seeming to send a shiver through her body. She closed her eyes as Ty'la touched her face, running her fingers down her throat, the wound that had been left there. The mention of enjoying being like this... It really wasn't hard for her to believe. Her eyes flickered open again as she leaned her head into her sires hand. Her entire body quivered when her sire's hand ran across her stomach. Had she any blood in her body, she likely would have blushed.<br/><br/>"<strong>I think I would like that... Ty'la.</strong>" she murmured, the hint of a smile fighting at the corners of her lips even in her confusion. Her thirst was demanding to be sated... And it was truly difficult to think of much else.