Those soft words upon his lips hardly helped to still the sobs that wracked the poor woman's frame, even as he carried her into the comfort of that townhome she'd shared with Isolt prior to that interrupted marriage.She hadn't considered them coming back for her, so much as she had so dwelled upon the simple fact that she had left Isolt behind with them. The softness of her own bedsheets was wholly welcoming, compared to the hard stone ground she had laid on for hours upon days, till she'd lost track of all time. It was so tempting to just remain there, her fingers momentarily clutching those sheets whilst Damon so busied himself inside her bathroom. She could hear the rushing sounds of that bathtub being filled, she could hear the man shifting through her cabinets and yet, for all the delicate care he put in for her, Chizue was distinctly aware of just how...not right this was. It was that conviction within her that caused her to raise on shaky legs, her fingers carefully moving through that desk till she found what she was looking for, even if her penmanship was altogether lacking.

The result of her efforts was quite near clutched to her chest by the time Damon had returned to her room. She could quite near feel his presence as the man approached her, even though her gaze was quite purposefully turned downwards from the man. Chizue allowed her friend to gingerly pull that paper from her grasp, her chocolate eyes almost hesitantly rose in the silence that came in the aftermath of that 'gift' of sorts. She watched him chew upon his lip and yet, truthfully, it puzzled her on why he was just...staring at her like that. The thoughtfulness was unsettling. Didn't he want to go find Isolt? That slow step towards her caught the girl off guard, the woman stepped backwards in an effort to shy away from him in a fashion that was wholly instinctual. Those dark eyes turned questioningly towards him at the insistence that she needed to do something for him before he was willing to leave her in favor of his fiance. The last thing she had expected was for his wrist to raise to his lips. He'd forgotten.

The scent of blood was altogether poignant for the woman and yet it was the sheer sight of that offered wrist that truly did her in. For however long she had been captured, the young woman had been surrounded by blood - her own blood. How much had she lost? How much had her body healed only for them to force her to bleed all over again? Those memories only rushed to the surface for the young woman and in return, her head shook in a near frantic fashion. Chizue quite near stumbled away from him, the scent, the sight, it made her sick to her stomach. She wasn't like them. Her fangs were far too small and too dull to pierce flesh like them. She didn't feed off blood and the aura she alone could see around him was too filled with anger and fear for the weak girl to have any desire of stealing his very life force. Her gaze frantically darted around that room, that desire for flight still strong within the woman. It was that, surely, which prompted the woman to push past him, her movements entirely desperate as she fled for that very bathroom, only to close the door behind her with a thud far louder then she usually would have allowed it. It was silly really, childish, even, and yet, as Chizue fell on that cold tile of her bathroom, she finally found herself feeling safe, those tears once again glassing over those chocolate eyes as she tugged her legs up to her chin, curling in on herself. Maybe now, he would just go.