Connor nodded, and let her go, to rise and go grab a bottle of water, returning and sitting back down, "drink slowly. Little sips, and not much at a time. You might be sick if you drink too fast, and a lot." He said, some vague recollection from a first aid course came to him at that, and he thought it was useful advice. He glanced to the time, seeing that perhaps an hour had passed. 

As he handed the bottle to her, he took out his phone, sending off a quick text to Marl simply saying [i]we will talk in the morning[/i] before turning his phone off, and chucking it on the other bed. He shrugged out of his jacket, chucking that on the bed as well, but kept a stake in the waist band of his jeans. Just in case. 

Connor was troubled. Would they abandon their mission for he medallion now, or continue it? He was worried about te rising dark, and most likely the medallion would be alright, and in anycase, it could only help one person. There was a higher danger to himself then to the medallion, he thought, if it did get out that his blood was a cure. Which meant that his time would be better spent training Elizabeth to be human, and to be a hunter. 

He decided to sleep on it.