"Burning..." The crone opened her eyes to look at her Viking before closing them and letting him do what he was doing. She wasn't going to stop him from the cleaning job, not even a little. "No, keep them. They may be useful." She didn't know what for at the moment, but burning clothes seemed not the best idea, not yet.
"Why would I want to find him, mmm?" She was a few questions behind perhaps because she comment on his suggestion until he was working on the bite mark. It hurt, and she wanted it done with. The tension released a little as she could feel the wounds healing. Her eyes opened again, heavy lidded. "He is cursed. He will be in pain, and his likelihood of finding a cure or a removal is slim."
Her hand reached up to touch his, keeping it still for a moment. "I take your blood and I work a spell." She smiled at him. "It would mean you could come here when you wished. It would mean I would know of a place you may sleep should your ever become compromised. I would feel better. All it means is that I take your blood, draw on the wood, say a few words, and there you have it. It'll be confusing at first, but you'll handle it well enough." She squeezed his hand and settled in to let him finish cleaning.