A few of the smaller fairies circle around you and Ishmael, she had taken more than just "a nibble" from your arm, just to satiate the hunger, silently commanding the small fairies to heal your wounds, so that you may be just as fresh in the future. Ishmael wipes her mouth and helps you up.

"Don't whine so much, you know what you signed yourself up for. You help me find more fresh meat, and I don't eat you, not my fault you've been slacking so much I had to take a little nibble out of you. The small ones can fix you right up for next time."

"Hm? Why didn't I just eat you outright? Why not bother finding a stronger person to do this with? Shut up."