[ Prayers are a powerful tool to gods, especially one who has been working miracles since before she came to this world. Indeed there are no more puncture marks. The skin is intact, but if he presses down upon her neck he'll feel the firmness of blood pooled within the tissues and see the discoloration of a hematoma. However, it's stabilized, and she only winces because the extra blood there puts pressure upon nerves and muscles. Like any other deep bruise, it will take time to heal completely within, and for he blood to reabsorb or break down completely.

Sanae remains on the bed as he cleans over her skin. The wet, warm cloth feels soothing in comparison to the biting, and her expression relaxes when he presses it to her neck. She tries to focus in of that touch, not the fact that he's partially pulled down her yukata...

... Or that he'd about to discover another discoloration upon the back of her neck, once he brushes back her hair. ] I... I didn't mean for this to happen. [ She feels that she must explain. ] He was-- Zero is a friend. But he has this hu-hunger, because he's also a vampire. [ He presses over one particularly tender stop, and she grips the sheets tightly, letting the moment pass. ] I thought th-that... that I could give him blood, to sate him.

[ But she underestimated how much he needed. Or wanted. And how much she would enrage him, talking down to him like that.... And where that side to her came from, she doesn't want to explore at this moment. She's too tired, and aching too much. ]