Connor followed the trail of punched trees, knowing really only a supernatural being could do. He went slowly, not wanting to seem like he was sneaking up, yet when he heard her scream out, Connor moved faster through the trees. 

He found her, just as she said "God help me" 

He moved passed the fallen over tree, towards her, "Apparently God's in a meeting, so he sent me instead" He said softly, kneeling down in front of her, he used his handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and went to work on her hand, touching softly and looking for splinters, trying to ignore the blood. Even if he was fascinated with her blood, he was more concerned with the injury itself. 

He used water to clean her hand, and then shrugged out of his shirt, putting his jacket back on and zipping it up, he tore his shirt into strips, bandaging her hand gently. "You know, you shouldn't punch objects that can hurt you" He said softly, looking up. He was shaking slightly, but didn't seem to notice.