[ She wants to watch the process of her arm closing up to get a better sense for how her powers are faring, but she wouldn't dare take her eyes off of Mark after offering him the cup. She's half expecting him to just jump and try to attack her right now, which she wouldn't exactly hold against him — the infection is a gnarly thing — but it would be frustrating. It isn't lost on her that Mark is becoming exactly what he seemed so afraid of becoming all those weeks ago, and for that reason, she handles this all with gentle hands, not admonishing ones.
She hopes that later.... he might realize how fucked up all this is. Telling him that now won't help or do anything but stress him out, she's aware. But it wasn't so long ago that he was so adamant about never hurting her — now it feels as though he's waiting with bells on for her to cut herself open again. The difference is staggering.
Only when he speaks again does she lower the knife, the wound already smooth and knitted back together. Perhaps sensing that her body is in bad shape from lack of food and exhaustion, her powers go into maximum overdrive to try to prevent her from losing more blood. The stains remain on her skin, but not a drop can escape the cut she'd made any more. ]
Well? Did it help?
[ She huffs, expectant, puffing her cheeks up a bit in faux-annoyance. It's hard to tell whether that helped clear his mind, or if it just made him more feral and out of control, so she leans in a bit to peer at him skeptically, moving her head this way and that to look at him from different angles. She's not sure what she expected — maybe for the snack to be a chill pill? That a little bit a day might stagnate his growing obsession over it? "An apple a day keeps the doctor away," she's sure she's heard that somewhere.
Her eyes linger on a smear of dark red on the corner of his lip — the smudge of her own blood so clear on his face is unnerving, but Hella has seen far more disturbing things done with her blood and organs, so perhaps she's number to it than a normal person would be. ]
You don't seem any different. Other than being less cranky.
[ She goads him, wanting to see if he'll respond aggressively if she makes jabs at him at all. It's important work to understand what kind of threat he'll be to the other party members when he's hungry like this; it just comes naturally to her to try to investigate like this, even if physical harm might come to her because of it. ]
HELP... cw: just a guy being weird
She hopes that later.... he might realize how fucked up all this is. Telling him that now won't help or do anything but stress him out, she's aware. But it wasn't so long ago that he was so adamant about never hurting her — now it feels as though he's waiting with bells on for her to cut herself open again. The difference is staggering.
Only when he speaks again does she lower the knife, the wound already smooth and knitted back together. Perhaps sensing that her body is in bad shape from lack of food and exhaustion, her powers go into maximum overdrive to try to prevent her from losing more blood. The stains remain on her skin, but not a drop can escape the cut she'd made any more. ]
Well? Did it help?
[ She huffs, expectant, puffing her cheeks up a bit in faux-annoyance. It's hard to tell whether that helped clear his mind, or if it just made him more feral and out of control, so she leans in a bit to peer at him skeptically, moving her head this way and that to look at him from different angles. She's not sure what she expected — maybe for the snack to be a chill pill? That a little bit a day might stagnate his growing obsession over it? "An apple a day keeps the doctor away," she's sure she's heard that somewhere.
Her eyes linger on a smear of dark red on the corner of his lip — the smudge of her own blood so clear on his face is unnerving, but Hella has seen far more disturbing things done with her blood and organs, so perhaps she's number to it than a normal person would be. ]
You don't seem any different. Other than being less cranky.
[ She goads him, wanting to see if he'll respond aggressively if she makes jabs at him at all. It's important work to understand what kind of threat he'll be to the other party members when he's hungry like this; it just comes naturally to her to try to investigate like this, even if physical harm might come to her because of it. ]