He frowned at that, actually feeling a little sorry for her. It sounded like a bunch of idealistic bullshit to him, but he didn't feel like making things awkward if voicing that would hurt her feelings.
Kynton couldn't deny that her magic was real, though, no matter the purpose. He was more than a little surprised by the touch, flinching instinctively for any part of her to be so close to his fangs. Almost immediately a warm wave of calm enveloped him, though, and he stilled like a man entranced.
He didn't even bother to check if the others had gone on without them or not, didn't care. Her magical warmth felt distinctly deeper, like the ice in his veins might have truly been thawed. It was the most wholly human he'd felt in...well, years.
Better yet, he didn't feel like he was swinging from one extreme to the other. There was no burning, no uncomfortable feverishness for the bundle of coats he'd wrapped himself up in. Just...comfort, pure and simple. For the second time since they'd met he felt like every breeze didn't just blow right through him to chill to the bone.
In a haze of bewilderment he finally focused his dark eyes upon her, pupils dilating to what could almost be considered a normal roundness. Suddenly he wasn't so sure turning her over would be the right thing to do, at least not for himself. He would be an absolute fool to throw away such an opportunity to have relief from his affliction so readily available. Briefly he wondered how easy it might be to hide a unicorn. Further, though, he wondered how he might even be able to convince her or another of her species to help him long-term when he had nothing to offer them in return.
"Thank you, Bella. That's...amazing," he murmured distractedly, still staring but his eyes holding a far-off look as his thoughts drifted further and further from the present.
