[The blood reacted much the way Maria was used to. She felt reinvigorated, her wounds healed with uncanny speed, and she tried not to have too much. Blood was intoxicating, after all, and she did not need to be impaired whilst on the Hunt. Not wanting to lick her lips clean, such an improper thing to do, Maria reaches to her coat and pulls a lacy red handkerchief free. After her own face was wiped clear of red, she placed the fabric to Caroline's open wrist to cover it.]

Sister, I thank you. ["Sister" would be proper address for a nun, after all. Maria will lift herself back upright, nodding her hat in further gratitude.] Are you in need of protection or escort through the storm?