[Maria is confidence she will survive, especially with treatment. It's easier for her to recover through trauma, even without the Healing Blood from Yharnam, by merit of her heritage. She shrugs her heavy coat off and reaches for wound on her back, feeling the warmth of the blood in contrast to the cold rain soaking the collar of her shirt and vest. When Arya turns to her and asks if she can help, Maria... smiles, just a tiny bit on the edges. Maybe a strange time to look bemused, her voice mirroring the look.]

Many skills, indeed... yes, I welcome the aid. My back, I cannot fully reach.