'You'll know.'
That blasted snake actually said such a thing, but Kael was nowhere close to figuring out if it was enough.
When he first started, he'd been careful—restrictive, even—with how much blood he gave Riley, thinking that surely, it would suffice. Each time, he'd glance at the guardians, his patience thinning. "Should I stop now?" he asked.
Only to be met with another low hiss. A sound that clearly meant keep going.
He did. A few more times. Until he began to understand that they were serious when they said it wasn't enough.
How much blood did the twig even need?
Did they think this was some kind of blood transfusion?
Because by the looks of it, Kael couldn't help but feel the guardians genuinely thought his aide was some sort of vampire.
Then again, with what Riley's internal workings were clamouring for, it somehow didn't feel too unlikely,
But then, it happened.
