Then Cyrus nodded.
No hesitation.
No questions.
No disgust.
No doubt.
He nodded as if Isabella had asked for warm water or another fur. As if giving her his blood was the easiest thing in the world. His pink eyes stayed on her face, and the trust there was so complete that Isabella almost wanted to cry for another reason.
"Alright," he said.
The younger woman looked shocked. "Male, this is dangerous. She is already weak. Blood may make her sick."
Cyrus did not look at her. "It will help."
The older woman watched him, then watched Isabella. She could see that both of them knew something she did not. Since the glowing bottle had appeared earlier and had clearly changed Isabella's condition, she had already understood that Lady Isabella was not like other females. There were things around her that could not be explained by ordinary birth knowledge.
So the older woman held the younger one back with one hand. "Let them."
