— It was clear to tell that she was irritated, though it wasn’t at him. In fact, he had been the only person keeping her from massacring everybody that was in the premises. It was more so the man who called them monsters. Being called a monster was an insult, but knowing it was true only caused even more pain. Though she had never killed more than demons, it hurt to be called the thing she strove to stay away from becoming.
“… Thanks.” She said quietly, bowing her head. “… You didn’t have to do that, you know.” She didn’t deserve it, in her opinion. He had been beaten, shattered, and bloodied just to save her life, yet, in her eyes, her life was only a small set of mere circumstances. His life was more valuable, for he could die at any given time and she’d once again be left alone, being forced to live on with memories to daunt and tease her in the dead of the night.
“Let me… Help you,” she murmured quietly as she felt herself become loose in her bonds, enough for her to slip through. “I’m not exactly an expert, in fact, this is part of the way of the exact opposite of my job, but.. I should be able to make you last with what I have until we get home. Don’t try to argue with me, either, because it’s not going to work.” Hell, she’d pick him if she needed to.
Oh, she’d see to it he got better. Even if that meant she wasn’t allowed to let him out of her sights or earshot. He had wanted to look after her, and, rather ironically, this event had turned the other way around, and for sure as hell, she wasn’t going to let anybody hurt him until he was fully healed. She didn’t care who the hell it was, she’d put up a nasty fight before letting anybody harm him further. He couldn’t afford it, anyways, considering the beating he just took.
█⊰⚔⊱██ “… when were y'gonna tell me?” The whole being the Death thing that is, given he hadn’t expected to discover that was being kept from him. Well, he did assume she was human so it’s not like he can blame her since he kept his own secret from her. He’s not human either, quite the opposite given he can recover from this easily with a few days of rest. Maybe a bit later, but that would be a wait and see sort of thing as much as he would need to give a full explanation on why he came in this banged up. Hopefully without dealing with two angry claymores, a crying gun, and an irritated master from this. Well, him and probably someone else yet he just shrugged that one off for now. He’ll find out later he guessed.
Then came the fact he owed her something too, she’d need to know he isn’t human either, wouldn’t she? Yeah, she’d need to know that he isn’t a human being, a normal one at least considering his true state is anything but that. “I’m actually a pair of friggin’ greaves, suppose t'be used in close combat, only got so hurt ‘cuz I didn’t want 'em to get that far ahead.” His thick skin can’t help him all the time, although he wouldn’t be surprised if they had aching body parts come wake up time.
For whatever reason she had to hide it, he won’t bring it up, she has reasons so why should he? He thought that it was for the best to go with it, as much as he wanted to argue and say he can walk himself. He can’t really, he’s hurt far too badly and the chances of him keeping up were slim without help. The tables had turned on him indeed, he was suppose to be keeping her company not getting himself killed so easily.
It’s not like he can disagree, she’ll get her chance to kill him later if that’s what she wants to do as payback for his choice of heroics. How stupid that was for him to go so far as to be like one. The greaves were going to be fortunate if he didn’t get mauled by his loved ones or worse knowing he’s pushed it this time; especially if his master were to be angry. “Alright, alright… not gonna argue.”