The mixture of emotions wasn't exactly unexpected, but the strength of the conflict, the hatred fighting the enjoyment, was somewhat fascinating. Though the fact that it was over her blood made it strange in an unwelcome way. Valdis didn't move, simply watched the change in his stature, the shock evident in every muscle, the struggle to stay in control both physically and emotionally. She couldn't quite tell if he could handle the strain he seemed to be under.

"Can you handle yourself?" She asked, her voice quiet. Because he certainly seemed on edge.