She took the beer as he told her just how much he appreciated her, what she was doing, and there it was again. That little twinge of something that might have been guilt, an emotion she knew she'd never have had to trouble with back home. She didn't want it here either.
Besides he didn't owe her, she owed him, or would if they were home, here, here she supposed it was just a failsafe, she was using Sam as much here as she was there, but he would be able to help people, kill the bad guys. Always coming back to her for the blood.
"You never need to thank me Sam" she said taking a gulp of the beer "I'm here for you, like I said, I care about you and seeing you strong, in control. Thats all the thanks I want"
She joined him on the bed. leaning back against the wall still sipping the beer.
"I know you're scared, I know you're worried but you don't need to, you just focus on everything else and let me focus on this."
She unwrapped her arm, the towel now bloody but the wound as she had suspected gone, skin unblemished once again.
"You don't need to worry"
[ooc: It is, and shes all guilty cause he thanked her :) ]