Peggy
The caretaker closed her eyes shook her head with a mostly expressionless sigh, though as she reopened them there was some relief on her face.

"No thanks. I'm doing well enough. If anything... The... Assailant needs it more. I suggest you hurry... And inform the sheriff. I would come along... To give my testimony, but well..."
Seeing how she remains rooted in her chair despite not panting anymore, it's clear what she means.
Robert
*Mevis would nod in agreement, knowing full well it would best to go to the sheriff to get a testimony, but would glance over her once more.*

"This might be rude to ask of my savior, but can you perhaps elaborate what the assassin was doing here and what he meant by 'enterally indebted to your kind'? I know it might just be coincidence, but I was wondering if perhaps this assassin was part of the reason you've been acting strangely as well? Your friend, the elf with the beard mentioned he was worried about you. That's why I am asking"
Peggy
The caretaker started to shake her head. "Don't ask me. I have no..." Then suddenly her eyes widen, before hardening into a frown.
"...Have you... Taken a good look... At him?"
Robert
*Mevis would raise an eyebrow at that? Get a good look at him? Just as she suggested that he felt a shiver travel down his spine as he slowly turned around to face the tied up assassin. He would gulp as he a cold sweat washes over him.*

"Is he... Am undead?"

*The only undead Mevis knew of were wights and zombies, but he had seen the recent reporting of the blood plague spreading. Could this assassin be one of those so called vampires? Mevis would nervously kneel beside the assassin and try to get a closer look*
Peggy
Lo and behold- the assassin was a surprisingly handsome looking macen, with curly brown locks and a well-trimmed beard- but the most important feature would be that unmistakable red in his now glassy eyes, and the elonged fangs his open mouth revealed.

"Well, that explains... A lot." The caretaker muttered. She continued, haltingly. It's hard to tell whether it's just her lack of breath or if it's because she's reasoning. "I was... Never of good health, but I've not much... Been at ease, at least recently. ....Could he... Have been hiding here... All this while?" 

The last part was directed more to herself, and with that she fell into a ponderous thought, no doubt thinking events over.