Cara carefully shuts the door behind you, making sure they have some privacy before moving to stand in front of a stack of boxes. She takes your hand again, her touch warm and reassuring. "Are you okay to sit down?" she asks, concern etched on her features. "I can help you feel better."

She waits patiently for your response, unsure how much more of this you'll be able to handle before losing control completely.

Cara shakes her head, the movement almost imperceptible. "You won't hurt me," she says softly, her voice steady and reassuring. "I can handle it." She guides you to sit on one of the boxes, then takes a step back so that there's some distance between you. Her fangs lengthen slightly as she anticipates what comes next, but she tries not to let it show in her expression.

"Just relax and let me help you,"