The blood was settling. Sam was already beginning to look a lot less horrible. Not as badly as he had upon his approach. He even felt more stable. Stronger. Much, much stronger.
He had been so angry with her before. Angry, miserable, lonely, desperate, frustrated. So many stupid emotions clouding his judgment all at once and it wasn't until now, after he had taken in a solid drink and gained ground on some form of reassurance from Ruby, that he found the ability to focus on other things that did not entirely circulate around blood.
Sam took the flask. It felt heavy. He was already tempted to screw the cap back open and lap up some of the blood that was within. But no. That was a bad idea. He'd wait he was alone later. It'd be odd without Ruby there to comfort and reassure him, but Sam knew he'd manage easily enough. And he'd have to be careful about it when he chose to drink. Maybe he'd sneak down into the kitchen to pour some of it into a mug and warm it up. He liked it when it was warm. Maybe it'd go down all right cold too. Maybe the kitchen thing was too big of a risk.
Probably.
Calmer now, Sam inhaled deeply and slid his hand over to grip her by the elbow. Ruby didn't look as well as she usually did. Had he taken too much?
"You should sit down," he suggested, nodding toward the base of the tree.