Okami smiled at him gently, "You could hold his hand. He's not conscious so he may not feel anything, but I don't want to risk him jerking awake in the middle of the transfusion, it'll just cause him more discomfort." He shifted, lifting up one of the packets and slapping it, "If he does start to wake up, talk to him. He may be confused when he comes to, maybe violent if he has enough strength to muster it."

He took a deep breath, setting aside the herbs and grasping Sasuke by the elbow, pressing his thumb into the bend. A shiver ran down his spine. Blood magick always left a sour taste in his mouth, even if it was to save someone's life...

He shook off the feeling, concentrating on the contents of the packet and the vein under his thumb, coaxing the blood transfer with a small jolt of magick. The packet drained slowly.