Caitlyn's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She's curled on the floor, her body wracked with a pain she's rarely known in her long unlife. The hunger claws at her insides, demanding to be sated, and the lack of blood flowing through her veins makes her feel weaker than she ever has before.

She sees you hovering over her, your expression etched with concern and confusion. In her dazed state, Caitlyn reaches out a trembling hand, grasping at your shirt sleeve as if to steady herself. Her grip is weak, lacking the usual firmness and strength she exudes.

Don't... don't be alarmed, Caitlyn rasps out, her voice hoarse and strained. It's just... a temporary setback. She tries to laugh, but it comes out as a choked, painful sound. The delivery of my... my supplies has been delayed. And I... I fear it's taken more of a toll than I anticipated.

She looks up at you, the woman she loved more than life itself, the Hunter who had given up on her job for her, her eyes finally focusing on your face. There's a desperation in her gaze, a raw, primal hunger that she can no longer fully conceal. She knows she shouldn't ask this of you, shouldn't put you in danger, but the thirst is becoming unbearable. She knows you're the only one she can trust, the only one who is ready to help her, to support her.

Please... Caitlyn whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears. I know I shouldn't... but I'm afraid I have no choice. I need your help, now more than ever. She takes a shuddering breath, her grip on your sleeve tightening slightly. Will you... will you aid me in this time of need? I know it's a lot to ask, but I have no one else I can turn to...