Lewis
*With Manon screaming the whole way, the Elf would come to assume that healing was already no longer an option. Eventually reaching the room, he'd slowly bring her over to the bed and would place her down atop it as he'd gaze down to her.

As Manon would reach for one of the blood vials, he'd grab her arm as if to stop the idea.*"Manon you know those will just make you sick."*He'd say. Surely she wasn't needing blood at this instant, but with whatever pain she going through he wasn't sure just how straight she was thinking.

Did blood heal vampires? If they did, surely the same blood that had her vomiting up her stomach wasn't a viable choice.*
Charlie
*Her back arched to reduce the amounts of burns she laid upon. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes before slide down towards her ears. She gazed at the container that held the vials of blood. She clenched her teeth together when she lowered her back onto the bed. Her mouth opened to give voice to jolts of pain she felt, but her voice was too raw.*

*The most she could do to ease the pain was laying absolutely still. The only signs of her still being alive was the small breaths she took and the occasional blinks. Every so often she shifted slightly which was enough for a raspy cry to fill the space.*
Lewis
*He'd look between her and the vials, soon watching the Vampiress grow still on the bed in silent pain. The Elf didn't have any medicinal supplies he could use on her to ease the pain and, with Manon not being able to heal herself, it seemed she was stuck having to sit in agony. That or try out the blood vials they already had, but she had already weakened herself so much that it was a wonder of what the vials would do to her.*"Alright... Alright..."*He'd say with a sigh, reaching over to grab one of the vials.

With few options to be able to cure the burns of the Vampiress, he'd remove the cork and shift his hand under her head to help elevate it so that she could drink from the vial as he'd bring it to her lips. The Elf assumed that she would drink it regardless, but it was better to have her not gagging on it on the way down.*
Charlie
*She drank the contents of the vial as it poured onto her tongue. It tasted exactly like the last vial and hoped it didn't mean the same outcome was in store. Drinking the blood didn't heal her outright but it could give her enough mana to begin the process.*

*It took a few minutes before a faint purple glow eminated off her figure. At first glance it seemed that none of her burns had healed, at least none that were on her arms or neck. She focused the small amount of mana on the burns covering her back. Soon she was able lay down without almost waking the tavern.*
Lewis
*He'd watch the purple glow appear, a sign that her healing was back if not temporarily. The Elf allowed her head to drop back down, looking back at the empty vial. Did the blood give her back the mana she lost? He'd turn it over in his hand, looking over at the other vials as their amount was gradually reducing. The Elf would rather use them now than not at all if it came down to it. Her burns were still there, leaving him to believe that she was trying to heal much deeper wounds.

At least she was quiet now, that was enough to relieve the tavern of the stress. He'd place the empty vial back with the others, soon leaning over the edge of the bed as he looked down at her.*"Need another one?"*He'd try to ask her, unsure if she had gotten her voice back in the time she took to heal. It was probably bad to give her multiple vials, knowing what just one did, but it seemed like the only real way of getting her to heal herself.*
Charlie
*She didn't give any notion about the vials. She was already exhausted from walking nearly all day in the sun. This catastrophe with her fire training was far too much for her body to withstand. She was finally able to close her eyes after somewhat healing the burns on her back. Shifting still agitated her body but far less than her front.*

*She allowed sleep to sweep over her, or maybe it was death. Either way it was welcomed compared to what she had just gone through. She hoped that the vial wasn't poisoned as well, so far it seemed not the case. She wasn't looking forward to when she needed to light that well again. If she had attempted it inside the tavern, it would've burned to the ground.*
Lewis
*With her silence, Terrel would place the empty vial next to the others, assuming she had fallen asleep for the night with any notion of the light rise and fall of her chest. It was probably wrong to assume that she would be fine for the night, but at this point the Elf had found himself rid of other options. The exhaustion weighed heavily on his shoulders much like having to carry her and the book all the way back. 

He'd reach his hand over to grab the tome, moving it off the bed and onto the floor to give her the extra space before his shoulders would eventually slump.*"Night Manon..."*The Elf would say, slowly turning away. At first he considered just heading back to his room for the night, though he figured it may as well be better to stay close for the night in the event of her waking up screaming again. He'd draw towards the door, closing it before turning and heading over to the desk for the time being. Had he any more energy in the day, he would have had to read himself to sleep, but fortunately his own exhaustion made even a chair feel comfortable at this point. He'd take a seat, allowing his head to rest on his arms for a brief moment as the room would darken, soon allowing him to doze off just enough to get some rest in.*