"Mmm," Eric comments, and pricks a finger with one of his fangs, moving to wipe the blood over the bite. It is neat and tidy - Eric is not a messy eater, he can be good when he wants to be - and so it takes almost no time to heal up.

Unfortunately for Thranduil, while his own euphoria fades, it will be a while before the magic wears off for Eric. He looks up at the trees above them, at the artificial sun beaming down at them, and for the moment he can imagine that it's real, he feels so warm and content. That puts a smile on his face. He glances down at Thranduil. "I had forgotten about this," he says. Well, not completely, but he'd forgotten the finer details. And being on the Cylla, he hadn't had time to appreciate the effects of Thranduil's blood. Now, though, here in the oxygen gardens, he could enjoy it all he wanted. He felt like flying. Maybe he would, if he got this interaction right.