Delfina
A gentle giggle escaped the young wolf's lips as she once again rolled her eyes and shook her head, a small smile creeping up soon after. Maeve appreciated the playful nature of Rikard, even if his jokes were just a bit too corny for her. Regardless, the offer he still held finally got the better of her. Glancing down at her pale arm, the crimson sight of fresh blood still making its way out from her skin caused her to let out a long sigh. And soon the shapeshifter found herself inching over towards the stranger as she held out her wounded forearm. 

"Just.. Make sure i stay in *Once* Piece, no?" Maeve teased, her heterochromatic eyes finding their way up towards his own. Being this close, the hellhound could make out the surprisingly soft human features of the crocodile's face. Tilting her head unknowingly, Maeve studied the mans armor, trying to piece together where or who he worked for. If any. After a long moment of contemplating the matter, she simply asked, "Are you a royal guard, Rikard?"

A rather bland and straightforward question. Yet it was one that held a lot of curiosity. While no, it wasn't any of the wolf's business to know, she still had an act for being nosey. Maeve's tail swayed ever so slightly behind her as she continued to survey the knight's appearance, though there was no look of hatred or dislike on her face. Only questioning interest. It would be one of the first times a knight, let along a royal if that, who gave someone like her the time of day.
Dean
|| Sorry its so short and boring-
Magdalena
*Well, she was laughing, which was a good sign. Better still was the fact that she was coming towards him, though they were already sitting pretty close to each other - and when she held out her arm, Rikard began to rummage through his bag, pulling out a few clean white bandage rolls and a small bottle of rubbing alcohol.* "This is going to sting a little." *He murmured as he began to tend to her wounds, gently holding her arm as he poured the rubbing alcohol over the wound - which thankfully was clean from her bath - and began to wrap it securely in white bandages, staunching the bleeding and covering the wound so that nothing else could get inside it.*

*His hands were rather large, but the gauntleted fingers of the knight were only slightly clumsy, and they were steady at wrapping bandages, as if it was no new experience.* "All right, I think you'll stay in one piece for now, unless you want to go flailing around." *He remarked, sitting back against the tree and admiring the neat handiwork of the bandage. She seemed less mysterious now that they had touched - more grounded, but still a work of art to behold.*

"Yeah, I'm a royal guard." *He confirmed readily.* "Sir Rikard Van Dahl, at your service. I didn't always start out that way, though. I was a commoner when I was a kid. Now I serve Prince Astalios. He's a pretty quiet guy, but he's tough as nails. I can't complain about the job. It also pays a lot more than running a general store, so I have that to be thankful for." *He explained out loud. It wasn't very long ago that he was just some kid running around town causing trouble - and now, he was much more.*