She let him do whatever he needed to. She gathered and prganized the things she needed at the moment. a change of clothes, her pills, and one of those travel washcloths. She didn't have a towel at the moment,. so she was going to have to make due. She diodn't mind, being cold and wet didn't have the same effect on her as it did for a human. 

Once she was all set up, she watched him stare at the lake for a while. She imagined that he was a teenager just now knowing what it took to be a man in a harsh world...though she knew he was no longer an adolescent. Either way, she knew he had some things to sort out...even as his silence and her guilt were slowly killing her inside. It will be fine, she told herself. The worst is over now. she no longer felt the need to drink him to death. The worst they can come to now is splitting up....even if he had done it to keep her around, which she had some doubts about because he had made it clear that he would kill her if she stepped wrong....and she had practically told him that she was giving up. 

Maybe he had seen hope for her and tried to get her back by feeding her himself...she wasn't sure, there were too many things that could have been running through his head, and she wasn't a psychic. 

Shaking her head free of the thoughts that came to her mind, she slipped off her shoes and grabbed her things. She needed a bath...but as she went to pass him to go into the lake, he turned around and looked at her, appearing as if he was ready to talk. 

"Faced your demon?" she asked quietly, not looking him in the eye directly. Technically, her fate was in his hands right now...and she knew it.