[There's no promise of safety he can make. Not like this. He stays quiet, aware of her hand on the back of his neck, of the urge to whine and show her his throat, to put his head in her lap.]
Is that why you're not scared of me right now, even though I--I got turned?
[Because right now, as a monster more dangerous than he ever could have been, he's that much more familiar to her?
She's the one who won't let him hurt her. He found that comforting before, that the power is hers, that she'll take the threat he poses seriously and protect herself. He'd been relieved.
What is it he's feeling now? It's an unfamiliar fire, this urge to turn and chase off anything that comes near her now, almost as strong as the need to stay put, to keep his fur in reach of her hand.]
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Is that why you're not scared of me right now, even though I--I got turned?
[Because right now, as a monster more dangerous than he ever could have been, he's that much more familiar to her?
She's the one who won't let him hurt her. He found that comforting before, that the power is hers, that she'll take the threat he poses seriously and protect herself. He'd been relieved.
What is it he's feeling now? It's an unfamiliar fire, this urge to turn and chase off anything that comes near her now, almost as strong as the need to stay put, to keep his fur in reach of her hand.]