When Victoria smiled at his touch, Vail felt himself relax. It was good to see that she was still responsive, even if she was weak from his bite. He trailed his fingers down her cheek and through her thick hair, keeping a close watch over her just in case she might take a turn for the worse. She seemed to be calm enough to start recovering though, so he wasn’t worried. He would just wait for her to regain the strength to move on her own again, so he could be sure she would be alright without his help. As she answered his question in a whisper, he nodded in understanding. Though he had never experienced a weakness like she was going through now, he had been injured before. Whenever he took a more serious wound like a gunshot, he would always sleep more often until his body healed. Right now, she needed rest too. He glanced at the window. As much as he enjoyed her company, he knew he shouldn’t keep her from her family for much longer. The best place for her to get better was in her own bed. He had to wonder how she would make it back though. Even if she summoned enough strength to move on her own, he didn’t expect he to be in any condition to walk by herself, and the cold outside would certainly make her health wane again. However, it was also dangerous for him to accompany her to the doorstep while there were Saints around. To do so would have been practically asking to be killed. Even if he was trying to help her, the hunters would just assume he was killing her somehow and use their misbelief as a reason to murder one of the “demons” they so despised. They made him sick. Feeling her grasp feebly at his arm, he looked down at her again and shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about,” he murmured, continuing to run his hand over her head in a soothing gesture. “You didn’t ask for any of this to happen. I should have known better than to take any more of your blood when you had already been depleted too.” In hindsight, it would have been smarter to simply nick her skin to get a few drops rather than sink his fangs so deeply into her flesh when she was in this condition. He wished he would have thought it through before he’d given in to his addiction. “Just rest,” he instructed her gently, leaning down to kiss her cold forehead. At the moment, the most important thing was getting her strength back, so they could figure out what to do from here.