Edgar urges the whole theater troupe to give blood, on account of Prescott being there for them after the feral bear attack. He's... mostly successful. (Thank you, Blythe, Evening, Odyssey and Bo for not being dicks.) Edgar intends to be charming and helpful and visibly selfless, but nearly passes out when he gets up too fast after his donation. Just... hold on, he'll drive you all home after an hour. (He actually ends up napping for three hours, which he honestly needed after weeks of sleeping in an increasingly freezing car.)