[Caroline has lost some blood herself, even if the wounds she's received thus far have healed over. Which means the scent of gushing blood makes her thirst rage again briefly from this distance, but she pushes it down with relative ease.

She has a lot of practice, at least.]

Look, I get the wanting to act tough, but I can tell it's not small. [Her lips press together into a fine line as she considers, before finally saying.] I'll be fine. But, if you promise not to freak out, I can help you, okay?