Valley of Gold [m] I need not one thing more

Although he didn't begrudge her the bite, it was impossible for him not to react in kind. It was almost like play but less fun, and each bite wanted to be something more but would never be fully realized in this situation; they didn't hurt each other. Never. Not really. So eventually he trapped her against him, acting as weighted blanket so that she might not feel so desperate to act. She could be safe and still here, if only for a little while.

"Tell me about it," he instructed; for he had always believed that these things needed to be exorcised. Dragged out into the light to be examined without fear. He would help her. That was his job, now.