"This isn't helping," she groans, "This is the opposite of help--"

And then a frankly impressive amount of water is splashed in her face as the vampire flails ceremoniously back in the water. She stares, her hair dripping lank and her neck all slimy from at least two-too-many things.

This is ridiculous. First the licking, now her assailant--who was previously comparable to a shark--floundering like a cat in a pool. And not one of those smart cats that like to swim, either.

She should be dead (or so she is inclined to think), but she isn't, and for some reason, Tabby's not having a very easy time of it. Maybe something about Changeling blood isn't working out so well?

When Krista reaches for her neck, she's shocked to feel that the dents, the harsh holes in her skin, aren't actually there anymore. She's healed somehow. Was that what Tabby was trying to do?

Well shit, she's not going to question it. She forces herself up, scoots over as far as she can before she feels about ready to throw up or pass out, and starts to draw on the clean tiles with her blood.

They're illegible squiggles. Supposed to be a design, but she doesn't think it's really all that picky right now.