Skye had been out for most of the duration of the trip, so they were already not far off approaching the entry to the estate. He was drumming his fingers softly yet rhythmically on the arm rest beside him. "You will stay with us tonight and rest. I will ensure sweet tea is served for you prior to bed so you can restock some of the basic nutrients you will have lost from the blood loss. I will not take argument, I must know you are going to be okay, so it is probably just easier to humour me. I am not particularly in any mood for arguments." Shit would probably hit the proverbial fan if he was pushed too far. He couldn't entirely dilute the anger because someone he cared for deeply and needed to protect had been harmed, albeit not to serious levels.

"I forgot how young you are," he confessed, giving her a wry but apologetic glance. "I wish for you to find true love one day, my darling, because it is an indescribable experience that stays with you your whole life. But you are a very passionate and sexual person. You are handicapped in the knowledge of how addictive a Kindred Kiss can be, and in fact, you thrive on the rush. Perhaps a Kindred lover is what you need..." he murmured.