Ned can see that comprehension, that awareness creeping back into Meyer's eyes, and the self-disgust that follows, and it is a huge relief. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and clamps it to the side of his neck, trying to staunch the bleeding. The wound is really starting to hurt, now, and Ned hisses gently as he puts pressure on it.

His heart goes out to Meyer, it really does. He knows what it is like to hurt people without meaning to, and he will be nothing but sympathy and forgiveness - once he's sure he's safe.

"I know you didn't," he gasps, nodding once and then feeling faint and dizzy. Right, the blood loss. No nodding for now. "It's just what vampires do. B-but please don't do it again." There is still hunger there: Ned can see it in the twitch of interest in Meyer's expression as the handkerchief begins to turn red with blood. "And if you can't c-control it, then you'd probably b-better go. For both our sakes."