[ She nods. There's blood dripping down her fingers now, making her hand sticky with it where she'd been holding it to the wound - definitely not the harmless scratch she'd thought at first, but she ignores it stubbornly. There's nothing she can do that will help at this point.
It's no trouble pulling herself up after him; pain and blood aside, the bite's not actually inconveniencing her. That's something, at least. She pauses, when she reaches the rooftop, and meets his eyes, smiling wryly. ] You can stop looking at me like that. I knew what I was getting into.
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It's no trouble pulling herself up after him; pain and blood aside, the bite's not actually inconveniencing her. That's something, at least. She pauses, when she reaches the rooftop, and meets his eyes, smiling wryly. ] You can stop looking at me like that. I knew what I was getting into.