@DarkStarLove90

Darrken was light headed. He assumed it was from his wounds, but now he wasn't so sure. Her words were like soft music to his ears. He had always kept to himself. The only interactions he had with others always involved fighting. The meal he shared with the troll and the best-man was the first non-violent interaction he ever had with anyone. Now this lovely woman was fawning over him. Darrken had though he went to the underworld and was being tended by a demoness. Darrken was half demon, so heavenly angles weren't really his cup of tea.

He watched and almost fainted as he watched her tear off the bottom of her dress and bend over him and bandage his head. [b]"If there is anywhere you need to stop the bleeding immediately let me know."[/b] As those words left her lips, the demon side of him piped up quickly in his head. Darrken grinned. "I'm actually hurt pretty bad on my..." He stopped himself. Surely he shouldn't be so crass to someone so lovely and so kind. He turned to his eleven side for a voice a reason. It just shrugged. Whether due to his injuries, or that somewhere down deep he had a little bit of decency in him, he decided not be be a total pig. "...head. It's just the side of my head that's hurt bad. The bandage should help me out." He said sheepishly.

Araile got done bandaging his head and stood up. "Thank you kindly." Darrken said to her, already beginning to feel a little of his strength return. "I can't thank you enough. You've done plenty and if you have somewhere to be, I'll be fine here. Else..." He started cocking his eyebrow up. "you are welcome to stay here if you'd like some company. I've never met a shape shifter before. I could regale you with tales of my daring deeds." He laughed despite himself.