If Samson had indeed asked her about her licking up the blood, he would have discovered it was most definitely not a species thing. Aimouryllice was just strange like that. His hopes had already been dashed and he didn't even know it.
Aimouryllice didn't struggle when he took a hold of her hands and was very patient while he cleaned them. "No. I amn't want to cut. My nails are my weapon for evil. . .If evil comes. I am not evil. I promise."
If Samson had picked up on her fear, he sure did a good job at hiding it, she thought. Not that she was complaining. She was glad, really; she'd rather not have to face someone who made it known that they were very aware of her weakness.
Aimouryllice watched as he left again and gently flexed her freshly-bandaged hands. It was going to be a little difficult holding her spear for a while, but she wasn't going to need it anyways. When Samson returned, her eyes were glued right back to him--specifically muscles--and she made a noise of disappointment in her teeth-chattering way when he started covering them up.
How rude.
"Thank you for heal hands. I amn't know you are healer. Samson Hawk, you are many things. It human sads me--.....happ--?" Aimouryllice began verbally listing off the various human emotions she was learning in English, contemplating them until she arrived at the correct one. "Surprise. It human surprise me. I think. Human emotions are hard understand."
His offer of food had her teeth snapping with hunger, but she knew she had to hold herself back. The outward effects of her hunger were minimal, but present. Purple-rimmed eyes, droopy fins, and her increased rate of breathing (which was normally slow, had he ever noticed; if not, that part seemed normal).
"Yes, but no. I can not eat. I can not eat long time."
Aimouryllice didn't struggle when he took a hold of her hands and was very patient while he cleaned them. "No. I amn't want to cut. My nails are my weapon for evil. . .If evil comes. I am not evil. I promise."
If Samson had picked up on her fear, he sure did a good job at hiding it, she thought. Not that she was complaining. She was glad, really; she'd rather not have to face someone who made it known that they were very aware of her weakness.
Aimouryllice watched as he left again and gently flexed her freshly-bandaged hands. It was going to be a little difficult holding her spear for a while, but she wasn't going to need it anyways. When Samson returned, her eyes were glued right back to him--specifically muscles--and she made a noise of disappointment in her teeth-chattering way when he started covering them up.
How rude.
"Thank you for heal hands. I amn't know you are healer. Samson Hawk, you are many things. It human sads me--.....happ--?" Aimouryllice began verbally listing off the various human emotions she was learning in English, contemplating them until she arrived at the correct one. "Surprise. It human surprise me. I think. Human emotions are hard understand."
His offer of food had her teeth snapping with hunger, but she knew she had to hold herself back. The outward effects of her hunger were minimal, but present. Purple-rimmed eyes, droopy fins, and her increased rate of breathing (which was normally slow, had he ever noticed; if not, that part seemed normal).
"Yes, but no. I can not eat. I can not eat long time."
