Katherine sighed as she was put on the couch. "Thank you..." she murmured as she thought over to what he said. Looking over at him she licked the blood from her lips. Laying her head back she then continued to grab her finger and snap it back in place as it was broken. "I appreciate you doing that for me, but, what are we going to do about him, you know? Oscar, the hunter who tried to kill me, I am sure that Rochester would not like to hear about his death so quickly..." closing her eyes light heatedly she licked her lips. "I really need some blood, I am running low... And I am starving..." she murmured, trying to get up but failing in the attempt. Falling back onto the couch, she opened her eyes. "I don't like drinking from dead people... It gives us a chance of going feral, you know... Crazy..." she whispered. "I am too weak in going to find some fresh blood, so I will have to take a chance" she said sadly.