Claudia winces a little when he draws his own blood to draw with. "Maybe," she says. "I don't know of anything that dyes blood--I've never been much for science, that was always my sister's thing--and human blood has a tendency to turn dark brown anyway once it dries... and I'm not sure how much I can spare, anyway, we don't seem to be able to bleed as much as you trolls can, but it's a good suggestion."

Well, it's a terrifying and disturbing suggestion, but that's the kind of kid Fraysong is. He's really a nice guy underneath.

She leans over, though, and dips her own fingers in the blood, tracing off her own patterns next to his.