The smell and sight of all this blood, even on the both of them, was enough to be sickening. But his presence which had first felt threatening when he was caught up in that bloodlust now just seemed like her only life raft in the middle of all this red. After everything that had happened here she just felt so incredibly small and vulnerable, completely unlike that strong front she always put up, and part of her just felt like clinging on to him so he could save her from this, from everything, even from himself if need be.

But instead she just sat there, staring at him as he touched her cheek like that. Even if the tears had stopped, the feeling behind them hadn't completely left her yet. There was still something more sad and broken in her eyes, that which was always there behind her deadpan but she never showed. But, his question..

"... No. I'm not afraid of you." It was the truth. She was afraid, but.. not of him, not of the person sitting in front of her. What she was afraid of was maybe just his other form instead - she wasn't sure if she would be able seeing him as a wolf again after this, even if it wasn't meant in such a harmful way as it had been just now. Ange moved up her own hand to put it over his' while it was still on the side of her face. She didn't plan to say all she was thinking about, but suddenly the words flowed out, as if any filter of sorts was gone by now. "Just.. please, don't change.. Stay who you are now."