[Perona lips turn up at the corners, just slightly. She's unable to help it - the justification of her actions even when not herself is nice. It eases her guilt some, and at least cements that she confided in someone who can at least understand where she's coming from. It's not at is she's proud of acting like a animal. Which is exactly what it was like, she was acting just on basic instinct, everything was a trigger for a violent physical reaction. It was...terrifying. She's never once lost control over her body like that. Her body and spirit have always been something she valued more than anything...losing control of one was terrible.

But her smile disappears when the question is posed, and she closes her eyes and lets out a slow breath.]

Their hearts were still beating when I left them. All of them. [Which isn't quite a definitive answer, but it's the truth. The wounds she left, as far as she can remember, were shallow and non-lethal. Easily patched up if not left to the elements. The light-headedness was probably a worse effect than anything. But just having to go through that, having to lose herself to her hunger, having to actively hunt and prey on people without care to who they maybe - friend, foe, or stranger - wasn't something she wanted to continue.]

...But I don't want to make a mistake in the future. [She doesn't openly ask for help, but her tone is obviously suggesting it. If there's anyone who could at least get blood, it should be a doctor.]