[continues to hold the bottle out, using the back of her free hand to wipe roughly at a trail of blood dribbling down over her mouth. Both hands are covered in fanged bite marks]
This place... gives us more. [slowly catching her breath, though it's still rough-edged and ragged] Please, take it.
[pauses, then adds with a hint of wryness]
Though you... might not want to drink it as... quickly as I did.
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This place... gives us more. [slowly catching her breath, though it's still rough-edged and ragged] Please, take it.
[pauses, then adds with a hint of wryness]
Though you... might not want to drink it as... quickly as I did.