Sea Lion Shores Por you, for you

She did not flinch. He expected recoil, disgust, anger — something vile. But instead that she flinched, and stood her ground. There was much more than sadness in her — something foolhardy and almost trusting. He searched her, watching her face as she burdened him with more of her woes. He did not care much for her plight. There was little empathy that he had for her. He was still unsure if he wanted to feed from her, but he could not be rude and be silent. Then leave, he said, matter of factly. Or change.