"Because they're be much easier ways to kill us."

And because she was hungry. Too much of her life was paranoid, and she wasn't going to add food to that list. Not right now.

Still, she stared at his poor wrist. Bloody and torn up, and she wanted to sooth them, take him to her mother, have them healed up. It wasn't nearly the worst things she had ever seen, not even on him, and she had no idea why it tore her up so much inside to see it. Why it triggered such a want to...fix it. To fix him.