Aria sighs. “These aren’t the times to be picky. Anyone can be what they want if their willing to put in the effort.” She frowns as she watches him run off, well aware that he could bleed out at any moment. She follows him, sticking to the shadows. She chuckles drily when she sees him pass out, and she kneels by him, tending to his wounds. “Sometimes it’s easier to just accept help. That way you might skip the whole passing out step,” she sighs as she works.