[He makes a note to himself to keep an eye out for future chewing attempts. Maybe he can find her a shirt or something to gnaw on instead. Obviously, she'd prefer another meal but that would never last in the frenzy of hunger.

That train of thought picks up and takes off as she leans into his hand. His chest feels tight. He wavers, wondering if it would be selfish or violating to stroke her cheek, or if it would help her, or bother. He does it just once, with his thumb, then shifts forward in the water to draw her to himself.]

Your name... is Ryder... You miss... your mom... normal things... You let me stay... while you turned... Do you... remember?