... a vessel, I see. [Maria's voice is an exasperated relief, as if this is something she's both very familiar with, but also weary there of. She knew of those from the Church whom they derived healing blood from. The woman were groomed as nuns and, if dedicated enough, could become Blood Saints. While Maria didn't care for such ritual's and knew the Church corrupt, the woman she'd known had hearts full of compassion. They wanted to help others, Maria would not deny that calling.

Where others might at least flinch at the idea, Maria only outstretches a hand and takes a proper knee, looking ready to be knighted. She'll place her lips to the wound and drink the blood from Caroline's wrist with gratitude.]