It's that bad? [Kate's expression looks pained as her gaze flits between his and the wound on his shoulder, worry lines creasing her forehead and he'd see the indecision in her eyes, but perhaps not for the reasons he might suspect. She didn't know any more about feeding Vampires than he did and between Richie being half frozen and Len's injuries, Kate felt more at a loss than usual.

He'd see her tense at his question, though, Kate's gaze turning back to Richie, very pointedly looking anywhere but at Len for several moments.]

Since we arrived, and I don't know. [Lips pressing into a thin line before Kate refocuses on Len, an almost defiant gleam in her eyes.] He only takes a very small amount every day, but not since the cupboards stopped working.