*Eli found himself wandering on the dark streets, not looking at anything in particular. He had been training and trying to mend himself after the incident at the docks but since he wasn't a hundred percent recovered he had been excused of patrol for an indefinite time.
His steps took him to Nadia's building. He hated to think of her as the donor that was brought to the compound, the one whose mind had to be rigorously scrubbed after his savage feeding. He felt shame, even if his intellect told him he couldn't be held accountable for his actions at that time...
Before he knew, he was before Nadia's door. At least he should check on her to see if she was doing okay. He rapped on her door discreetly.*
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