[There's something more wild in Maria's eyes, as the man is finished off. It's the frenzy taking hold and it's difficult to fight. She had gone mad from it once, but that was made worse with overuse of the church's blood. Luckily, she can hold it down, can maintain her composure to right herself fully. Her hand reaches to her gut, looking down at her bloody glove.]

Young miss, the Hunt grows short for me. Without rest or healing, I will not last the night. [there's no blood veils on her, how she would usually recover in this circumstance, but she's not so wounded to need it. If she retired now, she could stitch the wounds herself and sleep the injuries off... if she didn't, she might grow drunk on the frenzy and lose to the impulses of madness, not something she wants this young warrior to see.]

Will you continue without me or seek shelter, as well? The choice is upon you, I do not presume to know what is best.