"That the simulations are systematically misleading in some way that might or might not be limited to relatively innocuous inconsistencies and we should accordingly rely on them less."

"Oh.

Given that we're already past the point of no return re your blood, and the plan was already for you to try simming things next, do you want to just.  Go ahead with that, see if it turns up anything?"

"Yeah, sure."

She is again totally not going to be the one to initiate this process.

"...now, or are you, like, full and need a bit, or..."

"Now's fine."

He presents a sliced wrist again.

She very gingerly takes it and starts drinking.

why doesn't he own a SHIRT he can poof ARBITRARY MATERIAL OBJECTS into existence it's not like he gave it off his back to someone who needed it more people should wear what makes them happy and also she has literally so many other more important things to care about.  Even if this one is being obnoxiously salient.

She stops just after the flow of magic halts, which takes FOREVER a couple minutes.

Before that, though:

He has magic again!!!  Fangs and movement and capacity and sleep and fangs and eye color and teleports and fangs and hypotheticals and skin hue and reflexes and posture and wingless flight and blood and speed and facial structure and fangs and shapeshifting and affection and memory and eye color and!

"Man the thing for making people like each other is fucked up." What is it trying to offer him about blood exactly?

Fixing the taste!!  And/or making drinking it unable to harm him? - no, he seems pretty set on that front honestly.  He seems good on the healing too but the magic could have helped with his arm if he'd wanted - or with other people if there were any around who needed it, and it seemed in their best interests - it meant injuries that time but stuff with immune systems and slowed and reversed aging are also on offer!!!  Though again he sure seems to have his own bases covered there!

She finds her gaze glued to the floor and her arms wrapped around her waist in a little hug, and states, very neutrally, "Yep."

"...are you okay? Did you like, catch depression nutritionally, that'd be a hell of a trick."

"Pffft.  I don't think so.  Just - the thing for making people like each other is yeah, pretty extremely effed up."

"I'm not going to use it, don't worry."

"I wasn't really worried about that but thanks."

"You're welcome." He produces a wet wipe to remove a dab of blood from his again-intact wrist and his boxcutter.

" - Uh, for clarity.  I think the side of that that I care about really viscerally is the opposite from what most people's would be?  And it's not that I think you'd do that either, but in the event of some extremely contrived scenario or whatever please please please don't ever make yourself or anyone else like me more.  Like I trust you to make good tradeoffs more than anyone else I've ever interacted with or heard of, but.  Weight it appropriately."

"I will keep that in mind. Is there a specific reason that's what you're concerned about?"

"Just that like.  Semi-accidentally mind controlling someone into that while they were trying to murder me and then also having to deal with the consequences of having done so was I guess at least a little traumatic or something probably.  The usual.  It's not that I think it's actually likely to come up."

"Okay. Duly noted."

"Thanks."

( - and AUTOLEVITATION and PREDICTIONS and TEETH and MENTAL CAPACITY and - )

"- it's yelling at me louder now."

"What is?  - Oh - uh, that's weird - "