I licked it again, just to watch it respond, before forcing myself to move on. She needed cleaning, not... whatever this was. Whatever this new body wanted.
I found blood on her arm, her cheek where she'd pressed it into the dirt. I cleaned that too, gentle now, careful. She didn't stir.
The blood had soaked into her torn dress, dark stains spreading through the fabric. I licked at it anyway, tongue rasping against the cloth, trying to clean it even though some part of me knew it wouldn't work the same way.
But there was more blood. I could smell it — her scent, mixed with copper, mixed with me. Coming from between her legs.
I nosed lower, following the trail, pushing aside the ruined fabric of her leggings where I'd torn through them. She was swollen there, flushed, and when I licked
