[He leans into her touch, eyes closed, and he makes - a sound. A low, inhuman trill that he's never made in her presence before, and he turns his head to catch one of her hands, so he can mouth at her wrist, suckle a bruise into her pulse.]
You can take it. You will take it. [Rumbled.] Take responsibility.
Re: Day 34, early evening
You can take it. You will take it. [Rumbled.] Take responsibility.