"Thirsty?" Dimitri asked.
"Yes, actually, I'm not sure. I thought I would drink juice," she trailed off, uncertain what to say. Blanca always had a firm direction; now she was seriously floundering. Pouring the juice into a glass, she stared at it helplessly.
You will make yourself ill. Do not touch that.
"Why would apple juice make me ill?" she asked, curious. Did he know what had happened to her?
You need blood. You are not nearly strong enough. I have scanned your body. Although I am not able to help you as of yet, I can see the need for proper nourishment. Your body cannot cope with the demands you make on it.