Bartuc's words were like a siren's song that Ruinil could not ignore. However, she was stricken with fear. Not performing the ritual but rather of the consequences that followed. For Ruinil knew that if Bartuc drank her blood; his eyes would no doubt turn the same crimson color as hers. He would be scorned and possibly even killed because of it. If he were to die because of her actions; she could never forgive herself. Not only that but her blood was extremely potent. His mind and body would not be used to the sudden change nor would he be able to control his new found power at first, putting others in danger. Yet she still found herself agreeing to his proposal. "Of course I would accept you. No matter what form you took." She replied smiling warmly, though her eyes were tainted with fear. "What must be done?" She was afraid. But she promised herself that she would protect this man... Even if it meant that she was to die in the process.