"I will be fine." She insists, "I'm just running low on my... supply.." She hesitates, taking a look at the last full bottle she has.
"I may be able to sustain myself on animals, but I need... others at least once a week, or I begin to go.... ravenous." She mutters, tugging at her hair nervously.
Cerberus trots over to her and licks her free hand.