"Mm." And to keep prey from escaping, for some. She doesn't want to talk about that, though--

Her hands are as delicate as ever, a little more firm than normal, as she takes his wrist in them. "If it's too much of a problem, I wouldn't be opposed to assisting. I just don't like to push when it's... like this." When she's feeding, that is.

She doesn't waste more time, though. Soft lips press against soft skin, and he'll note they're much more soft than her hands, at least. Then there's a pinch of pressure, sharp teeth sinking in before the feeling of injury can actually settle in. And as she promised, there's no pain to it, just a sensation of comfort and cloying warmth. How much it will affect someone like Rhea'li, she has no worldly idea.