She settled her head on her arm, her elbow curled under as a makeshift pillow. Her hair was an unruly mess, but it spread out around her like a red field. The sunlight made it bronze and gold. She wasn't sure if it had always been that way, or only after so many years of darkness. She couldn't remember.

Absently, she ran her heel down the side of Danny's leg. Gratitude, maybe. It was probably the best thing he could have said to her.

"I have a friend," she said. "Someone who catches animals in the woods. She saves the blood for me. In mason jars. I try to stretch it out as long as I can. Only feed once a month, if I can help it. It's pretty much as gross as it sounds but...I mean, it's better than any of the alternatives."

This was fucking awful pillowtalk. Not that she'd ever had good pillowtalk.