[ Before he can think about it, he lifts one hand and starts to reach for her, to touch her hair and offer comfort.

He stops himself with his fingers still a few inches from her face. ]

We probably can't escape faults like that. Even brilliant people like us can be foolish sometimes.

Still, it troubles me to see you in pain, so I selfishly think you should give up on this penitence business of yours and let yourself heal. If you need more prana for that, I'll give it to you. I'll bleed for you if you wish.

[ He speaks calmly and straightforwardly, as if he hadn't just offered something as absurd as letting her drink his blood. ]