She does look apologetic, at least - it's difficult not to notice the effects of the bites, both in her strengthened senses and first-hand knowledge of just how deeply the sensation can go. Still, he's remarkably level-headed in spite of it all.

Her own gaze is drawn to the grimoire, and still seated somewhat below him as she is, her gaze traces the symbols and designs etched into its cover. The rest, she suspects, would make no particular sense - a fact that's confirmed as he reveals the nature of the spell he intends.

"I'm sure I'll be alright, even if it's a little painful." Something usually reserved for enemies... what a life he must lead. Adventuring does seem like one hell of a job, in any case. Inhaling a deep, slow breath, she exhales it through her nose, only to blink at the comment.

"Ah... yes. The cracks don't fade completely, I've found. I've a suspicion why, but no real way to confirm it." Her gaze lowers, head shaking as long fingers brush along the mark on her face. "I guess whatever this is doesn't want to let me just tough it out like I usually do." Frustrating, that. "I haven't lost control since I started to drink even a little, either."