"I'm..." he starts, but pauses, amused, as she gets enough blood for the both of them out, regardless of his answer, which is, "alright, but I'm apparently joining you all the same." It's amused, though, not reproachful, and he walks up to her and puts a hand in the small of her back as he grabs another glass, and takes a sip. It's not good, and he's pretty certain it's not going to help the migraine any more than it already has, but then she says his name, and he looks at her with raised eyebrows. "Yes?"