[ Keith smells the blood on her arm before he's pinpointed a source and somehow finds a way to be even more tense than he was before. He grits his teeth, like that might have any effect in keeping his fangs from growing longer in his mouth. To the best of his ability, he tries to make sure he's adquately fed before going on any kind of quest so that this specific situation doesn't arise, but it's hard to ignore blood when it's all but dribbling in front of his face. ]

It's... it's fine. Don't worry about the armor.

[ He turns slightly -- enough for Sylvia to notice his bite's definitely gotten some more teeth to it. ]

Not gonna bite you but full disclosure, the bleeding's distracting me a little. Hold on tight.

[ Keith shifts good arm to try and keep Sylvia supported, then carefully gets up and starts heading back towards the camp. ]