Well, that sure is her shoulder he manages to sink his big horsey teeth into!

But not through, despite those teeth belonging to a carnivorous monster. There's the give of muscle, the crunch of tendon, but no tearing of the not!fabric covering her skin.

She half-whirls in immediate response, almost even as it's happening, like it's just a dance, and she plants her other hand on his broad forehead.

For a second, all he'll see is purple filling his vision. When it clears, his mind's cleared with it. Not empty, but primed.

"Let go."

A very calm and simple instruction, that.