"N-no, any," she answers too readily, a far cry from someone who two weeks ago refused to even feed from a street rat. Only the next moment does it occur to Pearl how strange the question is. It might be nothing more than her own frenetic delusions, but it's almost as though this stranger is thinking of... feeding her?

Blinking rapidly to try and clear her vision, Pearl tilts her head to try and catch sight of the woman's face. Between her vertigo and the insistent flow of tears, the endeavor's rendered meaningless -- but even in her current state, Pearl can't miss the twin rivers of red in their steady trickle down. She feels the savage heat spike up from the back of her skull once more, and her sobbing is silenced by a burst sheer panic. No no no no not again--

Her arms fly up to cover her face, body jerking into a tight, trembling ball. "Your neck," she howls, "cover your neck--"