The knot in Emilia's stomach tightens with unease. Of all the questionable things she's done as of late, murder hasn't been one of them. She did come close to killing Antonio, filled with violence and fury unlike she'd ever experienced. She decided not to in favor of answers, and now that she's here, she half-regrets that choice. That he breathes still is a grace he doesn't deserve.

It sounds like this Donte doesn't, either.

"For the living donor." Her voice is, to her fortune, steeled. Steady. "I know a man who was also poisoned. He seemed willing to do anything for a cure. I'll secure enough blood for two of them."

She can take care of that, so long as she remains vague about how much blood is actually needed.

All they'll need to focus on is this, then.