Gemma smiled warmly as his touch and even leaned into his hand a little. She felt like there was a sort of fortitude there, like what they were doing was right and okay because they had each other and a few others who believed, really believed in what they were doing. "And that's why I like you," she said.
Her eyes flashed when he mentioned blood. "You're quite right about that. Never seen a prettier sight than fresh red."