[Sougo's pool of suspects will likely drop dramatically once he sees what kind of wounds she's sporting under all that gauze. The idea of Sougo trying to fight a vampire isn't comforting, but Lacus already knows she won't even try to stop him. He doesn't like it when she interferes, and it won't do to convey a lack of trust. He'll be okay -- she'll just keep telling herself that.]
[She smiles faintly and shivers, suddenly conscious of how chill the air feels.] I should borrow some of your warmth for a while. I can't seem to make enough.
[Her voice gets shallow, almost hoarse now that she's drifting in half-consciousness and not trying as hard to maintain it. Too much hyperventilating, too little hydration.]
Could you... tell me everything's going to be okay? [It's the first time she's been out of it enough to be totally honest about how very, very scared she is. Her limp fingers make every effort to curl into the fabric of his shirt but end up just shaking.] Please?