He seems to be taking it well, which makes her wonder if she's explained it poorly. But when he repeats it back, it seems as if he's got it right. Melanie nods hesitantly. "It synthesizes proteins. Where they come from doesn't matter as much."
Which isn't to say it doesn't matter at all. The hunger has distinct preferences, and raw meat isn't at the top of the list. But it will take what it can get, and as far as Melanie is concerned, not getting hungry -- truly hungry -- is more important than whether she thoroughly enjoys her meals or not.
She's about to insist that she doesn't need someone to bring her meat as much as she needs someone to restrain her, but then he does magic -- real magic! -- and she finds herself gawping, instead. Her nose is as sharp as it ever is, and she can tell he wasn't hiding those flowers up his sleeve or pulling them out of some other hiding spot. They just appeared, out of his... magic wand? An expression of incredulous delight flickers across her features, and she reaches for the bouquet, pulling it close to look it over. It feels as real as it smells. Though she treats it gently, as if it might turn to smoke if she's rough with it, it's solid and almost ordinary-feeling in her hands. They could almost be flowers she picked from some overgrown back garden, except tidier.
She wants to see more magic, but she also doesn't want to get distracted. "How will your magic make me safe?" she asks, nodding towards the city skyline. She's closer to it than she'd like to be, though too far off to smell anyone, at least. "There are lots of people down there. Can you stop me from hurting them?"
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Date: 2017-08-29 12:01 am (UTC)From:Which isn't to say it doesn't matter at all. The hunger has distinct preferences, and raw meat isn't at the top of the list. But it will take what it can get, and as far as Melanie is concerned, not getting hungry -- truly hungry -- is more important than whether she thoroughly enjoys her meals or not.
She's about to insist that she doesn't need someone to bring her meat as much as she needs someone to restrain her, but then he does magic -- real magic! -- and she finds herself gawping, instead. Her nose is as sharp as it ever is, and she can tell he wasn't hiding those flowers up his sleeve or pulling them out of some other hiding spot. They just appeared, out of his... magic wand? An expression of incredulous delight flickers across her features, and she reaches for the bouquet, pulling it close to look it over. It feels as real as it smells. Though she treats it gently, as if it might turn to smoke if she's rough with it, it's solid and almost ordinary-feeling in her hands. They could almost be flowers she picked from some overgrown back garden, except tidier.
She wants to see more magic, but she also doesn't want to get distracted. "How will your magic make me safe?" she asks, nodding towards the city skyline. She's closer to it than she'd like to be, though too far off to smell anyone, at least. "There are lots of people down there. Can you stop me from hurting them?"