She scrunched her eyes, considering him for a long moment. She could tell he was a man who would not compromise. If she did as he demanded and brought out the food, she knew what would happen.<br/><br/>"I can't do that. If I give you food before I stop the bleeding, it'll restore your desperately low bloodsugar and your pulse will increase. You'll bleed faster and I'll be hard pressed to get your wounds closed up. It is my guess that you'll lose less blood if I wait a few minutes for the blood loss to make you dizzy and confused. I'd rather you think me a useless wench, and keep your arm. I'll be back when I think you're ready."<br/><br/>Without another word, she turned on her heel and rushed around to catch up with the waiting customers. Turning to one man in particular, the one who the stranger had cut off, she smiled, "Luke, you are welcome to head back and grab whatever you needed. While you're back there, will you grab the canvas bag on the top shelf against the wall? That's my medical kit. I'm going to need it in a few minutes."<br/><br/>The man chuckled, smiled, and rose from his seat, "Sure thing, Saph. Thanks, love." He carried his plate back toward the kitchen door and disappeared.<br/><br/>Moving quickly, she hurried around the room, refilling coffee mugs as she went, then followed him into the kitchen. The coffee pot was empty, so she refilled it with water, prepared a fresh batch of grounds, and set the pot over the stove to brew.<br/><br/>While it brewed, she replenished the prepared supply of hotcakes, eggs, and sausage. Just as she finished with the sausage, the coffee pot began gurgling, telling her it was ready. She pulled it from the stove, then poured half of the coffee into a second pot. She left one of the pots over the burner to keep it warm. The other pot, set on the counter and removed the cap. Pulling a vial from the medical kit, she poured a clear liquid into the pot, sniffed it, then poured a little more. Mixing the liquid into the coffee, she nodded.<br/><br/>It was a potion she had designed herself. There were beings who's heightened metabolism and magical nature left them resistant to most poisons and potions. This sleeping draught had proven itself time and again. Even if he was immensely resistant, he would still find himself feeling incredibly drowsy, if he was able to remain conscious at all. After watching him drink his coffee so quickly, she hoped he would drink this one as well. There was very little odor or taste to the drug, so she was relatively confident that he would.