Pam leans over Jemma, sweeping her hair away from her face with cool fingers.

"I'm fine. How're you?"

She looks like she'll be out of it for a little while.

The wounds on the side of her throat are still oozing. And really, she has such a lovely throat, so it just won't do for her to bear any scars. So Pam pricks the pad of her own thumb on a fang, and very delicately and sparingly, rubs her blood into the open wounds. Jemma might feel a tingling or numbing sensation as the bleeding stops and the holes close up.