"Oh," I say, and frown. I sit up a little and put my fingers against the bite marks I left in him. "I can mend this, I think," I say, and press against the skin, feel it start to knit. I think I'm unused to mending things, but it's not hard. I wish I knew how I knew these things. There are scabs now where there was fresh blood a moment ago. "That's better. You're...more easily hurt than you used to be," I say slowly, knowing it's true. "I can look after you." I look at his serious face. "I think I do love you. I think I have for a long time."