Her lips tighten a little in faint resignation at the request, but she simply squeezes his fingers in hers gently and allows him to tug her along, going as if she wasn't a creature of vastly superior strength even while lacking nourishment.
"I see," she says, evidently unhappy about the news, sighing through her nose. She can guess the rest; it would probably be too much to hope that maybe the assailant was a rogue hunter -- it wasn't unheard of that some gave in to a bloodlust of their own sort, hunting indiscriminately even those who weren't vampires. Even so, Pepper recalls only a handful of such cases in a period of several centuries.
"It's getting out of hand." Just as she'd worried. She's not at all certain this is a good time for the Queen to visit and Pepper inferred as much in her latest correspondence, but she'd been politely overruled. She can't help but fear something terrible is about to happen.