There's a nod of agreement about the blood, and by now Salem has hopped down to pull a stolen hand towel from her schoolbag.

"I'm fine," she says, and finds that she believes herself. "I just needed to try, you know? I'm getting used to being here, I'm making friends, I-- have a boyfriend, and if I don't have to follow the whims of the Church of Night or its Dark Lord, life could be good here."

She collects the towel from Salem with a soft thanks and begins to clear herself.