Healing blood, nothing to fret over. [she offers, placating and casual in tone, nothing to worry about. It will take her some time to realize such a thing is not common to others, being such a staple of Yharnam and Cainhurst's culture, albeit for... somewhat different reasons. At least now she can relax some, let her body heal the rest of herself naturally and catch her breath from so much exertion given on the Hunt.

It does occur to her that her young companion had been slashed at as well... on the leg, Maria thinks? She's trying not to be too foggy, keeping composure is of uttermost importance to her.]

Have you been injured? I may find yet another few drops in my coat, if you are in need. [the last of her veils had broken, clearly, but the liquid worked like magic to recover wounds.]