Eventually, Klaus had drunk enough blood that he knew the healing would happen. By the time he headed back into the hall, his arm was still a bloody mess, and he was still in pain, but it was well on its way to healed, even if it hung useless by his side.
"Now," he told the woman, pain audible in his voice, his mental shields back up, if somewhat wobbly, and having no idea that she had caught anything at all from his mind, "the kind of man I actually am might not want to save your life a second time."
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Date: 2013-06-26 12:22 am (UTC)"Now," he told the woman, pain audible in his voice, his mental shields back up, if somewhat wobbly, and having no idea that she had caught anything at all from his mind, "the kind of man I actually am might not want to save your life a second time."