The solution was found in the form of a sampling syringe, only instead of leading to a glass jar, the tube would end up between Arabella's lips.
"Will it be painful for you to keep it plunged in your arm for a prolonged lapse of time?"
"It has the merit of piercing my skin, but I barely feel syringes at all. It was this way even when I was a child,"
That, somewhat, quelled her worries, allowing her to take the deep breath her lungs so needed.
"The real question is, are you truly ready for this?" he looked her straight in the eyes while asking.
In response, the young woman did not blink and nodded slowly.
"Let us do a test run then, shall we?" Silas picked the syringe and delicately pushed it up his arm, where his most visible vein lay.
Crimson liquid quickly trickled through the tube, hasting towards the other end of it.
Arabella stared at it intently; the plastic pipe tightly grasped between her fingers.
