Hot? Hurts? Conrey frowned deeply with concern, looking her over again as if he'd missed some obvious sign of pain or illness, but...there was nothing. Though she clawed at her clothing nothing seemed amiss. At least until he adjusted her in his arms and lifted a hand to her face, feeling her forehead and then her cheek in disbelief. She must have been burning up to feel so warm. It was a little alarming that a vampire could come down with fever so quickly, but he didn't really know the first thing about illness for them or what had caused her to suddenly become so weak.
"I'm taking you home," he decided, hopeful that a bit of rest would fix her up because a trip out to find a healer for a vampire would certainly be an ordeal.
Gathering her up carefully he settled her against his chest before he stood, cradling her against him as he kicked out the fire and set out for their temporary home. He didn't mind abandoning their dinner, certain some scavenger would come along for the rest.
He navigated rocks and fallen branches, distractedly following the path they'd come through before. It seemed like every few moments he was checking to make sure she was even alive, relieved every time he felt the gentle movement of her breathing.
Once he broke through to the clearing that held their new home he hurried inside, ignoring the tiny feline that appeared at his heels as he took the stairs two at a time. "We're here, Yasmine," he announced softly, uncertain if she was conscious but feeling it necessary to tell her anyway.
Setting her down atop her bed finally he hovered nervously, uncertain if she would appreciate blankets but deciding against them considering her earlier complaints. Instead he pulled up a chair to her bedside, ready and watching for signs that she was getting worse and she needed help.