Any other time, Demona would've made a comment on the night she had returned to Hawkins defending herself. However, they had more pressing matters than arguing over if she had hit him on purpose or not. He was right when it came to making sure her injury wasn't nearly as bad as it could've been, and knowing how Eddie used to be about blood, she could only imagine how bad it really looked. She had never been one to shy away from blood, but he had barely been able to handle when she would get a scrape back in school. Ironic, given which one of them had turned into a vampire . . .

It didn't surprise her that the flashlight was too bright, but what did surprise her was that the overhead light hadn't burned out yet. That light had been all that had allowed her to read while avoiding being at her 'home' over the course of the two years she had been gone, and it had yet to be changed. Sure, Eddie's vision had likely been enhanced with his new skillset, but she imagined the dim light couldn't be nearly enough to help him. Clearly she was wrong (though she would never admit it), and as he leaned over to look at the cut, Demona turned her eyes down slightly. It didn't feel too bad, but the spot it occupied meant that it would likely just keep bleeding unless it was stopped by some outside force -- and she hadn't packed any band-aids when they had left Hawkins.

And then, she felt his tongue on her forehead. Blue eyes blinked as they shifted back to Eddie, Demona just staring at Eddie for a moment. It made sense, given the logic of the bitemarks she received in recent times not continuing to bleed once he was finished drinking, but she hadn't even been thinking about that. Maybe it was the smell of blood in the air messing with his head, but as he looked anywhere but her, she couldn't help but wonder just how he thought of that solution. Still, her head had stopped bleeding, and that was the end goal.

" . . . Right. Thanks." Making a mental note not to mention it ever again, Demona moved to sit back against the seat again as a hand moved to run through her hair. She could feel where the blood was already drying in her hair, and briefly debated on sticking her head out the window to try and wash it out. She knew it wouldn't do much good, though, and accepting her fate of having blood stuck in her hair until they could get to a hotel, she propped her feet up on the dashboard.

"You want me to join you now? Or after you're dressed?" A hint of amusement finally entered her voice as she tried to alleviate the awkwardness in the air, eyes flickering to the rearview mirror briefly -- not that she could see much between lightning flashes.