[Frieda doesn't hold it against him in the slightest. It is a lot to take in!]

Yes. It seems like only blood can sustain me anymore... and if I don't drink often enough, I become a danger to others.

[That's the most painful and scary aspect of it, beyond even being undead and no longer able to enjoy the sunlight - above all else, she wanted to cause no harm to anyone, but now, she might lose control of herself in a frightfully short time.

Reiner's neck looks more and more enticing by the moment... normally, she wouldn't impose her thirst on him but rather excuse herself and move on, but this new hunger spurs a greed in her that overrules all her consideration and restraint.]

I know you need your blood, but... would you consider sparing me some? I promise I won't take much.