[...Well, she can't blame him. She's spoken to a few local Blood Ministers, mainly to ask questions about blood types and what they do, but can't say she's in any hurry to become a patient herself for more reasons than one. He does seem well enough to carry on a conversation without running short of breath or anything, he doesn't LOOK to be in active pain either (though looks may be misleading, she's keenly aware).

The specifics of what his spilled blood does to different types of material is noted from the corner of her eye, she doesn't linger beyond making a mental note.]

You need to eat, too. Do you have enough provision stocked? [He is absolutely correct, and if it's starting to sound like she may come over with food to his place herself if need be, it's very much not just his imagination.]

That's okay, I can carry you. You shouldn't exert yourself more than you already have. [She plainly states without batting an eyelash, looking and sounding as serious as she is confident. Potential imagery issues aside, while it's probably not difficult to believe she can lug more than what her looks may suggest after that skirmish with the beasts, would it make apparent how his body may not weight the same as a normal person's...?]