[[No worries! It's not like there's much to write when your char's knocked out.]]

The ensuing chaos in the hospital shouldn't have surprised him but, nonetheless, Dante sighed with a frown. He hadn't expected to cause this much chaos. His attention turned back to Bridgette when she started moving, however, and he watched the girl thrash around for a couple of seconds before grabbing her shoulders and holding her still as best he could - though he quickly moved a hand to her mouth to cover it when she started screaming.

"Quiet!" He whispered. "Just what on earth happened in that house, to leave you like this?" He asked, then bit his lip, looking warily at the door. "Look, there's something wrong with your house. There was some powerful magic going on in there." He paused for a moment, thinking. What on earth had he expected her to do, just wake up and spill everything? "I don't know what it was but I think it's important and I want to know what it was. I can't stay, though, I did something I shouldn't have to heal you." He sighed, then continued talking, no longer as quickly, but rather hesitantly. "If... If you'll let me... I can mark you. And then I'll be able to find you. Uh, for a while, not permanently." He stretched out his already sliced hand. "I won't force you to accept, you can just go back to your daily life and pretend you didn't see me."

If she took his hand, he'd mutter a short incantation - her hand would then have a small mark where it met Dante's, almost as if his wound had left a trail of blood on her skin; a mark that would disappear in a few seconds. If, on the other hand, she didn't, he'd withdraw it with an apologetic grin and clear disappointment. In either case, if he wasn't stopped Dante would then leave the room quickly, blending into the chaos outside and out to the street.