Genuine interest or no, we are not things to be collected!
[She doesn't mind interest, and she doesn't mind admiration, but there's something about the way that's been worded that rubs her the wrong way. Maybe it's the stress of abstaining from blood when she so sorely needs it; maybe it's the irritation that comes from being hunted down when she hasn't done anything. But her expression contorts with something akin to rage, and she balls her hands into fists, her nails digging into her skin.
...it takes her a moment or two longer than she would like to collect herself.]
My apologies... I shouldn't have raised my voice. You were only answering my question.
[Take it out on the humans who would have slain you is the thought that comes, unbidden; she sorely hopes that it's merely bloodlust talking, and not anything else.]
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[She doesn't mind interest, and she doesn't mind admiration, but there's something about the way that's been worded that rubs her the wrong way. Maybe it's the stress of abstaining from blood when she so sorely needs it; maybe it's the irritation that comes from being hunted down when she hasn't done anything. But her expression contorts with something akin to rage, and she balls her hands into fists, her nails digging into her skin.
...it takes her a moment or two longer than she would like to collect herself.]
My apologies... I shouldn't have raised my voice. You were only answering my question.
[Take it out on the humans who would have slain you is the thought that comes, unbidden; she sorely hopes that it's merely bloodlust talking, and not anything else.]