"You're still mostly human, so guess you've done alright," he says, smiling like it's just a joke but there's a seriousness around his eyes because, for him, it's very serious. He's never turned another, and he has no plans to ever let it happen.

He's cleaning the wound efficiently, but when she mentions that she has been, more or less, immortal, he stops. Dabbing at the wound, but he's watching her as he considers that.

"Not that it's any of my business, but if you could be wounded like this and take the risk of it causing death, then what changed? I mean, I know my type is considered immortal, though we're not but I would have healed something like this. Would you normally have healed this?"