[That first no is a little shaky; the second one is firmer, like he needed that second or two to get a hold of himself. And, really, Sampo has no reason not to believe him when he refuses help. The guy's a Silvermane guard captain, he's definitely had worse injuries than just a bite to the neck, and any good soldier knows at least a little bit of first aid. He could take care of himself.]
[But when he tries to sit up, he's unsteady, and Sampo gets an arm around his back to help stabilize him and get him upright. Don't worry, you can put your weight on him-- he's stronger than he looks.]
Hey, careful! You shouldn't try to get up so fast. [Blood loss, buddy.]
[Trying to get out of the strong arms of your vampiric acquaintance has really just kept you right in them. Now he's going to keep those arms around you, to make sure that you don't topple over.]
[His eyes fall again on the mark, on the tempting column of Gepard's throat. It's... he had enough to sustain himself, but there is a part of him that wants to bite down on him again. Maybe he'll be sweeter the second time. Maybe he'll make sweeter noises the second time. He licks his lips; there's still the faint taste of his last meal.]
At least let me get your first aid kit or something.
[And give him an excuse to not be tempted over a pale, lovely throat.]
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Date: 2024-06-07 03:43 am (UTC)[But when he tries to sit up, he's unsteady, and Sampo gets an arm around his back to help stabilize him and get him upright. Don't worry, you can put your weight on him-- he's stronger than he looks.]
Hey, careful! You shouldn't try to get up so fast. [Blood loss, buddy.]
[Trying to get out of the strong arms of your vampiric acquaintance has really just kept you right in them. Now he's going to keep those arms around you, to make sure that you don't topple over.]
[His eyes fall again on the mark, on the tempting column of Gepard's throat. It's... he had enough to sustain himself, but there is a part of him that wants to bite down on him again. Maybe he'll be sweeter the second time. Maybe he'll make sweeter noises the second time. He licks his lips; there's still the faint taste of his last meal.]
At least let me get your first aid kit or something.
[And give him an excuse to not be tempted over a pale, lovely throat.]