His gaze flicks to her hands and the blood that soaks them and his own and there's a moment where his eyes narrow and Jonathan clenches his jaw hard to stop himself from growling at her.

"Surely- surely someone will let us borrow some water," he manages, looking away and resolutely avoiding looking too closely at his own hands. Part of him wants to lick his fingers and that idea twists his stomach. Better to get cleaned up as soon as possible.

"Let's ask around," he suggests, and starts towards the store Mary entered before.