[A shake of her head. There are many things she'd like to talk about... especially regarding his past and memories. But right now she feels there is something even more important- unless he possesses memories that he must cling to as well that are at risk of disappearing.
A hand reaching out, she lightly grasps onto his sleeve.]
Your thirst.
[Glancing up, her eyes find his, glancing back and forth between the two.]
You haven't been drinking blood, have you. You're thirsty, right...?