Slowly but surely, the reddened, burned flesh across Pam's throat and chest, healing from the inside out, visibly knits itself. The edges of torn and charred skin seem to fuse together and then regrow over the exposed muscle.

Pam groans (or growls) a little, her lip curling against Jemma's wrist, as it's not a comfortable feeling, especially when it's happening on several areas of her body at once.

She doesn't slow her feeding, but she does loosen her grip a bit. She even slides one hand over, wrapping her long, cold fingers around Jemma's hand, her thumb sweeping over the backs of her knuckles.