Megohime had to force herself to slowly release her tight grip on his arm, drinking his blood slowly. It tasted so good she didn’t want to stop, the first food in so long that she was able to stomach- she was reprieved and disgusted, but ate quietly. She cried quietly, guilt twisting her guts, but not making her ill; how twisted it was that his blood didn’t make her sick. After a moment, she let go and pulled away from his arm, wiping her tears away with the back of her sleeve.