You know what? It would just spoil anyway.

After a split second you remind yourself of something 'ghoul hunger' specifies 'fresh' raw meat. About 5 hours after the person dies the meat's no good to you anyway, so why not let the barkeep have some? It will just 'go bad' if you hoard it. You hope Jenna wakes up before then, the time it takes to transform is variable, but she SHOULD wake up in time to have her first meal as a ghoul be proper humanoid flesh.

"Allright," you say "I don't know if we have any loins but you get the best cut we've got if we don't, deal?"

"Deal!" he says and you shake on it.

Turns out you DO have a loin, just one, and you are sorry to see it go, but a deal's a deal.

You carry Jenna up to the second story of the inn, actually on the first level of the dungeon but unless the heroes can tunnel through 20 feet of solid rock and more importantly know WHERE to do it in the first place, they aren't coming in that way. A mage with the 'stone walk' spell could technically get through, but they too would have to know exactly where to do it or else the spell would end with them inside solid rock and they would die, all in all you feel the place relatively secure.

The Barkeep unlocks one of the rooms and you lay Jenna on the rough straw tick and fetch her a pillow and blanket which you slide under her head and lay atop her respectively. She almost would look cute, like a sleeping 18 year old, except her face is wracked with pain: she is dying after all.

You hand the barkeep 4 silver and 20 copper and tell him to get the boys whatever they want while you stay with Jenna. He thanks you kindly and trundles off downstairs, whistling a jaunty tune.

As you look at her face contort and relax and contort again while the curse of cannibalism turns her into another Ghoul like you she suddenly jerks and throws the sheet off the bed, and you notice that the crotch of her pants: is soaking wet.

You wonder if that is some kind of pre-**** super arousal, her body's last vain attempt to get with child and pass on her genetics, or if she maybe peed herself with very little in her bladder, and lean close to sniff. ~No, that's sexual fluid.~ you think in wonder.

This leaves you with a choice, remove her clothes and mount her without permission, or put the blanket back and just stand and wait like a gentleman.