Zia plunged her fangs into Arad's neck, greedily drinking the fresh blood rushing down her throat. It was hot and burned as she went down her throat, but she managed to fill her belly in seconds.
She then drank and more, satiating the drought plaguing her body. Soon, the red glow in her eyes started to fade away and was replaced by a cold, collected blue hue of magic.
Her eyes looked at Arad's face, and as she was about to say something, his eyes narrowed, and her eyelids felt as heavy as stones. Her body relaxed, and her hands dropped down.
"You put her to sleep?" Eris, who was standing at his side, looked at him. Her eyes shifted between Arad and Zia, and then she sighed. "I'm sure she wanted to have a more intimate moment than you just knocking her out."
"And I know that what she needs most now is rest, even if she doesn't know or want it. Her whole body had been rebuilt and reborn. Unlike you, she has no divine magic coursing through her veins to soothe the pain and damage."
