[of course, Saoirse might have lost her mind years ago, but she would never let a "son" die right in front of her. after a tense moment of stern, expectant waiting, she gives up on Coil with little more than a small, nearly inaudible huff.]
Very well.
[she turns to Zhas again, delicately pulling the boy's hand away from his neck. blood gushes up in the re-opened wound, but she leans forward and licks delicately at the skin around it. her cheeks split along an invisible seam. her tongue is long and serpentine. she is in control and barely gets close to him by vampire standards--but her pretty face now reflects a bit of the creature that shouldn't be allowed to have any human blood.]
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Very well.
[she turns to Zhas again, delicately pulling the boy's hand away from his neck. blood gushes up in the re-opened wound, but she leans forward and licks delicately at the skin around it. her cheeks split along an invisible seam. her tongue is long and serpentine. she is in control and barely gets close to him by vampire standards--but her pretty face now reflects a bit of the creature that shouldn't be allowed to have any human blood.]