[Something about him uncoils slightly at the words, not complete relaxation but a lessening of tension.
If his skin was warm he might have reached out to touch her, but it would be dangerous for him to relax too completely around humans, even here, even now, when he was not thirsty, and besides, the icy touch of his hand would doubtless repulse her.
He had so far avoided any horror, any cringing away in instinctive and unrecognized fear. There was no sense in provoking that reaction, especially in one who he wanted to protect.
Why did he keep running into fragile human girls without any sense of their own mortality?]
Good. Thank you, Anya.
[He hesitates for a long moment before he speaks again, remembering his earlier assumption: this was hell, he had finally been sent to hell.]
You certainly don't belong here. But I will do what I can to help.
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If his skin was warm he might have reached out to touch her, but it would be dangerous for him to relax too completely around humans, even here, even now, when he was not thirsty, and besides, the icy touch of his hand would doubtless repulse her.
He had so far avoided any horror, any cringing away in instinctive and unrecognized fear. There was no sense in provoking that reaction, especially in one who he wanted to protect.
Why did he keep running into fragile human girls without any sense of their own mortality?]
Good. Thank you, Anya.
[He hesitates for a long moment before he speaks again, remembering his earlier assumption: this was hell, he had finally been sent to hell.]
You certainly don't belong here. But I will do what I can to help.