I'm... safe. Safe to be around, safe to be with. Mostly. I still feel the urge to feed, but it's not like before. I know how to be me, without it getting out of hand.

[She looks down at her plate and smirks.]

It's sort of ... weird. Back home, it happened naturally, more or less. Here it was so sudden. How do go from hating yourself and thinking you'd be deadly to be in bed with normally to suddenly safe, even to being better off with someone than without?