Lydia gave him a little smile, and cradled his cheek, even as she beckoned for the second biker to come to them. Despite the fate of their comrade, they didn't seem to concerned, which sort of impressed her with the whole thrall thing. "Don't worry. I brought more," she assured him, in case he couldn't quite tell there were several over there.

If he was still hungry after, they could go hunting, but she figured they'd make a good start to getting him back on the road to recovery.

The second biker knelt beside him, and Lydia went through the same process, not wanting him to have to strain, biting the man's wrist before handing his arm over, holding it if he needed her to, still cradling John as gently as she could.