Torshael breathed a sigh of relief at her estimation. "It hurts a bit, but I'm not feeling faint anymore." He'd felt much more faint when the knife was digging into his arm.
He glanced up at the girl coming in and managed a smile at her, albeit a weak one. The pastor saw Roxy looking down at his arm, and guessed that she would need to know his blood type. As nervous as he was about telling people about it, now that he'd been attacked for it, Roxy didn't seem like the same kind of person that his attacker had been.
"O positive, angelic blood," he said to Roxy. Torshael didn't know how rare his blood type was, he'd never bothered to look it up.