As her consciousness fades away, the last thing she sees is Chobe standing over her, staring down with cold indifference. His mouth briefly turns up in a slight smirk, but it's not really pleasure or satisfaction. Just validation in his own handywork.

He takes a step forward, but then those bloody hands grab at her?! Hey. HEY NOW. Chobe growls, lunging forward, trying to swipe at it.

"Oi, hands off, that's my prize!"

Obviously his blade cuts at nothing, the bloody pool disappearing in mere seconds. Well! That's annoying!! He lets out a huff as he crouches down, inspecting the area. Didn't even get a chance to examine her properly.

As a consolation prize, he dips a couple fingers into what remains of the pale fluid, bringing it up to his lips to. . .lick it. What does it taste like??

When she returns, he's hunched over, and when she calls out, he looks over his shoulder in mild surprise. Still trying to lap up her fluid.

"--hoooh? So folks really don't stay dead here. Interestin'!"