The time while Eteri was grabbing whatever she needed, Nevin was sitting in the kitchen thinking about this all. It was.... Difficult for him at the moment to think, but he needed to. He needed to think of just what Eteri meant to him, because - well because he clearly felt something for her. And while she was confused about it, she reciprocated some kind of strong feelings back.
Eteri was... Special. She was one of two who knew the worst part about himself, the dark thing that he kept away everyone else. His soul was, despite his protestations, not OK, and he knew it. At times he had felt, bloated? Uncomfortable? Definitely not right. One body wast meant to hold two full souls, even if one had been stunted due to the rituals that the Cult had been performing. Whateverit was, he had kept that nature from everyone except for Stare, and now, Eteri.
Both women had been shocked and disgusted, not at him, but at what had happened and the state of his soul. Eteri had - had offered to try helping. Had... Had stayed, and stayed close and affectionate, despite knowing just how messed up he was. And his blood magic, another major sticking point - she didn't care at all, and in fact worked off of Soul magic herself, and treated his magic as not too different from her own. And as for his threads - he was comfortable enough to hold her in his lap and eat with them.
And that was its own thing. Eteri seemed to draw him in to physical contact whether he intended to or not, and when it happened he never found himself actually minding it. His... Salvarian soul had not grown up in the best of environments, and so, this, the cuddling - Nevin was not used to it. At all and yet he found himself craving it.
Then she came back in, scissors in hand, and they got to work. As his soul slid into the jar, Nevin felt strangely more comfortable, but also, almost, brighter? Like something that had been holding him down, holding him back, was gone. And he felt like he fit his skin better, like his body was more suited for him. It was strange, like he had been wearing a size of shoe just a few hairs too tight, for years, and now he was finally finding out what it was really supposed to be like.
Then she smiled at him, and Nevin felt his stomach twist. He knew then that, unless he absolutely had to, he would never use the blood he took from her. It would become a cherished possession, no matter what else happened between them. He stood up on fresh legs and moved over to his work room, sliding open the door. A wave of chemical and herbal scents rolled out from the room, along with the smell of warm blood.
A few moments later he came back out and closed the door behind him. In one hand we're to small glass vials - one, scarcely enough to hold even a few milliliters of blood the other enough to hold maybe a few ounces. Nevin slowly set them down on the table and took Eteri's hand in his own, cradling it gently.
"I'm sorry if this hurts." He didn't think it would, though. He had already figured out that if needed, his threads could numb. Threads emerged from his hand and slowly slipped into Eteri's skin, and pulled out slowly, drawing thin streams of blood behind them. Unlike his normal habit, Nevin said nothing as he pulled out her blood and concentrated it, creating a small blood potion in the larger vial. The smaller glass vial held blood as well, but he corked it and set it aside for a moment.
"This one, this is the potion that holds some of your power." He set the ounces large vial on the tile, and gently picked up the tiny vial. "This one... This will let me find you. If you want me to keep it that is." He offered the vial on the palm of his hand to her.
