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Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]

The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.

[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.

[ooc; per his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]

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Not yet. There's about a half-dozen of you guys, looks like.

[He reaches up to take the cup from her, already picking off the bandage.]

Not near as bad as I was afraid. I am sorry about all this, though.

[Her eyes are glued to the motion, her body almost absently leaning closer.]

.... Myrnin's going to be grumpy with you. He's been trying to cure me and you're going to take away his fun.

[He doesn't so much cut his arm as use the edge of the blade to pick up the scab from earlier, after rubbing the spot and the knife down with antiseptic. He hold the cup close, not because he doesn't trust her but because he wants to be careful, doesn't want to spill a bit.]

The less people who know how it works the better, honestly. He'll forgive me eventually.

[Once there seems to be enough-- not even a solid mouthful, probably, but the cure's as potent as the infection-- he places the cup down close to him and wipes his arm again, affixing another bandage before he looks at her, handing the small vessel over.]

Don't mean to scare you. I just wanted you to be prepared, 'cause it's about the worst thing I ever felt.

Pain doesn't scare me.

[She takes the cup in slim fingers, peering down into it for a long, silent moment before she looks back to him, frowning slightly.]

... I just drink it?

[He just nods, pulling his sleeve down.]

Simple as that. Cure's been in my blood since I got turned back. Won't take long to feel it.

[She looks down at the cup one more time before she tips the contents into her mouth. There's a flicker of pink as she licks at one escaped drop and she glances over at him, mouth open to ask him something. The question never comes, however. Her words are stolen before she can utter them, a sharp gasp seizing in her throat.

Pain isn't something she's never dealt with before, but this is something unexpected; the burn close to unbearable.]

[Frankie watches impassively; not because it doesn't bother him to see them hurt as his blood burns out all traces of the virus, but because he knows it will pass.]

[To her credit, she doesn't scream, making precious little sound other than a long, low moan. Her hand's clutched at her chest before she sucks a harsh, rattling breath into her lungs, tears threatening to slip from her clenched eyes. She barely manages to keep from falling to her knees, finding a happy medium with how heavily she's leaning against the wall. A moment later, the little dragon appears again, chirping in alarm. That's the thing that makes Menolly straighten, even if the motion is slow and very stiff.]

.... unpleasant. Very... unpleasant.

[She's taking it well, all things considered; which makes this a little easier, a little less stressful for him.]

You all right, now?

[It takes her a long moment to unclench her hand from her chest, the fingers shaking a tiny bit even as she nods absently.]

... I w-will be. In a moment.

[He just nods, eying the lizard because it seems rude to look at her as she tries to get her bearings. As long as her heart's beating again, though, everything ought to be all right.]

I can go, if you want. Seems like you're set.

[The gold lizard stares back at him, hissing softly before Menolly reaches out to block her field of vision. It's obvious she's still a little shaken from the change but she offers him a tiny, shaky smile and a quick nod.]

Thank you. Myrnin... will more than likely question me over this but... I'll just have to tell him I'm not sure how it worked.

Thanks.

[He doesn't entirely feel he deserves their cooperation in keeping his secrets-- such as they are-- but it's kind of a relief. And really, he doesn't feel as responsible for this as maybe he ought to, because in taking him back to that earlier point the City really did take a lot of his free will. He gets up and gets ready to go, putting his knife away.]

I'd better get going. Take care, yeah?

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