"I would say that being immortal is not all it's cracked up to be but truthfully? I've only been one for a little over a year so not as if I've watched loved ones die or had to give up my life to hide I'm not aging," he admits, which is more than he tells many but she's opening up to him and he's willing to do the same for her. Even if it means risking himself because his youthfulness makes him easier to kill.

He watches her as she takes in his blood, noting the ease with which she did it. She's done it before, isn't bothered by it and it makes it more comfortable to him. He's had people react viciously about it and he's glad she isn't one of them.

He's not sure why he feels so comfortable with her to begin with, and realizing he's ready to do whatever he can.

"Well, I have some of your blood," he says, nodding at the gauze and other evidence on the table. "I can try and run it in a lab and see if I can find out what it is," he offers, knowing it's going to be burying himself so much more into her life but he can't stop himself. Not only because of the nature of the man he is, but there's this urge to be there for her.

Which is why he starts reaching into his bag, even as his wrist heals.

"I'm going to give you a few vials of my blood. Please, use it sparingly, only for yourself, and only in dire situations. I have no plans to let my sire's line go on beyond me."

Elijah has died once, and all of his died with him. Now Kyle is the only one left.