That's for the best. Once the pictures are out of sight, he stops making noises although he doesn't look any more reassured. There's no real thought into going along with all her nudgings, and he just curls up on the pile like if he becomes small enough things will be okay. The glass to his face earns a wince, but only because he's startled. It's a clean smell, not heavy with salt or other natural things. Tap water. That's good.

His fangs clink against the glass as he opens his mouth just enough for the lip of the glass to press in. There's just a sip before he refuses anymore.