Alcina needed blood to survive - that was well known. Seldom did she drink from you unless she was simply far too famished, but when she did you’d always had the sweetest blood she’d ever drank. She could taste the change in your blood every time you drank, so of course she knew when your diet had changed drastically. Your once sweet and savory nectar had abruptly grown bitter. Alcina grimaced, retracting her craned neck from your neck. “Goodness darling. What on Earth have you been eating?”