[She laps at Shrike's breast, entranced in the activity of feeding on her. It's a dream, and so she takes more and drinks longer than she otherwise would, with no harm coming to her meal. Finally, she licks the wound closed.]
Mm, such a tasty morsel you are, darling. There's no way I can let you go now.
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Mm, such a tasty morsel you are, darling. There's no way I can let you go now.