[Caroline breathes out, because at least the woman seems to be telling the truth. She's practically bleeding out without wincing, so it might even be for real. Either that, or she's in shock, and she's going to have to heal her anyway.
She turns her face slightly to the side to hide her eyes as the irises briefly darken, and she presses her own wrist to her mouth as her fangs descend, obscuring them from view. When she pulls her face back, it's normal, but there's a gash across her skin where she ripped it open, deep enough to bleed slowly.]
You're going to have to drink my blood.
[This part is less awkward when the person is bordering on unconsciousness, but whatever.]
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She turns her face slightly to the side to hide her eyes as the irises briefly darken, and she presses her own wrist to her mouth as her fangs descend, obscuring them from view. When she pulls her face back, it's normal, but there's a gash across her skin where she ripped it open, deep enough to bleed slowly.]
You're going to have to drink my blood.
[This part is less awkward when the person is bordering on unconsciousness, but whatever.]