Neville sat with Minerva, through all the sniffles and sobs, even the profanity - he would probably be swearing as well, later. "I know it's gross, but you need it to stay alive now." She looked tired and hungry and Neville only hoped that with this new 'condition' it might have altered her tastes so she could stand the blood. Maybe once she had a sip she could feel the hunger ebb away and she'd want more. It was all he could hope for. For then though, he let her put it off until she was calming down.
Doing just as she did when she was a child, and was upset, he wiped her tears away and held the hanky for her, trying to make this ordeal a little more bearable. A confused look crossed his face as she talked and he rubbed her back soothingly. "Why were you worrying Minnie, and who is Atlas?" He said quietly, curious as to whether this person had something to do with what happened to his daughter. And if they did, Merlin help them.
Watching dutifully as Minerva seemed to get dizzy, staring at her arms, Neville covered one with his hand and tried to distract her. She felt heavy leaning against him, like she had no choice. "I will tell her love, just... try to have a sip, please. I won't go, but I won't watch you either alright? Just try." He reached over for the blood she'd been glowering at, tactfully put in an opaque container, and handed it to her until she took it. "Close your eyes and pinch your nose and I'll be right here, looking out the window." And seething inside, wanting to know how to get ahold of the little bastard that bit Minerva.