Back home, I was seeing how much I needed and how often before not having blood or not having enough caused problems.

[Though Claudius and Prewitt weren't in agreement there. They'd told her she needed all her strength. Once the Assembly was taken care of, once things were set right, she could learn to control it. Until then, she needed to be able to be vicious.

But, somehow, it seems wrong to say that to him. But a frown passes over her face as she forces the words back down.]

Here, between the battles and seasickness if I don't, that's not really an option. So I've been working on an alternative -- the sheep. None of them have died. Just a little blood from a couple to keep me functioning right at night.