[Susan has drawn blood from people countless times in her life. She knows better than to move. But it's a more difficult prospect when it's a mouth on your neck, and the arms around her shoulders are a welcome precaution. There's some part of the animal hindbrain that's always going to object to something like this, no matter what was agreed upon.
Susan digs her fingers into the fabric of the blankets and hisses quietly in pain at the bite, refusing to let herself cry out. For Elda's sake, or for her own pride's? Whichever. Both. It's definitely no worse than dying. She'll live.
Like blood into a needle, the pain isn't as bad past the initial puncture. It doesn't hurt flowing out. Susan breathes in and out, carefully, deliberately. This is fine. You're fine. It's not any different than donating blood at a clinic, when you get right down to it.]
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Susan digs her fingers into the fabric of the blankets and hisses quietly in pain at the bite, refusing to let herself cry out. For Elda's sake, or for her own pride's? Whichever. Both. It's definitely no worse than dying. She'll live.
Like blood into a needle, the pain isn't as bad past the initial puncture. It doesn't hurt flowing out. Susan breathes in and out, carefully, deliberately. This is fine. You're fine. It's not any different than donating blood at a clinic, when you get right down to it.]