[ It's an easy decision for her. Even if a small part of her still worries — the undead were religiously hunted (literally) in her homeworld — she's simple-minded in her tendency to believe what's in front of her more than what she's been told. ]

I'm sure. My blood will just go to waste otherwise...

[ It isn't an urgent outpour of blood, but there's a slow and steady ribbon that already threatens to drip from her forearm the longer they talk. ]

If anything else attacks us, it'll be better if you feel healthier, right?