"The good news is, when I'm hungry, I don't exactly... fight with any thought," Blake admits. "I just lunged. Like a predator. I didn't use my Semblance, or Gambol. I was too out of my mind."

Which means it wouldn't be all that difficult for a properly trained fighter to fend her off. She'd come back to her senses with a strong enough hit -- Faith throwing her out of a window, or John shooting her with her own weapon, those things had worked. She can't guarantee they'll always work, but. It's something.

"The good thing is, I don't have any extra vampire tricks. Not yet, at least. I'll update everyone if I develop anything new."

Yang's hand on her shoulder has her slumping with relief. Gods, she'd worried that the others would judge her, call her a monster-- but they're all being so understanding. They aren't ostracizing her like she'd feared, they're just figuring out ways to help.

"I will, I promise." Blake swallows hard, fighting back the tears that want to well up. Yang's in the same boat, after all. "Only if you come to me when you feel like you might be a danger, too." She meets Qrow's eyes, too-- she doesn't know what he's turning into, since he just has the cat ears so far, but all of them can go frenzied under the moon warp. "You too, Qrow."