Bartuc bent low, searching her eyes for a sign but vague recognition was the only impression he could gather. Ruinils was acting strange, speaking in a different tongue, and she had run from the priests.. As she did when she was younger. They had melded, experiences blended together vaguely but a memory from not so long before the melding had occurred.
She had asked him for protection, from the church. From exorcisms they performed when she was younger. His fatigue and pain washed away from the spell but he did not accept a full healing. She was injured too, and he urged her to heal her own wounds. 
Noise outside caught his ears as he tensed his muscles. "I will protect you, I promise. We are melded, my love. Search your soul and you will find me."  Bartuc rose and made his way to the door, the gore on his body mixed with his own wounds. The wolves had left painful cuts on his neck and wrist, the iron bracer had been almost chewed right through. His armor had scratches running up and down it as well. What a pretty sight he would be.
He flexed his injured fingers from where he had grabbed the wolfs maw, satisfied they could atleast close. He turned back to Ruinil for a brief moment. "You need never be lonely again." With that, he opened the door and felt the demons embrace more clearly at the thought of combat.