Kol didn't know what was more exhausting...remaining injured or feigning being an injured human.  She had to continually remind herself to hunch, to strain, to wince.  This was by no means the first time she had ever played at being human but it was the first time she had played one that had been this severely damaged.  It wasn't permanent, but it took effort to keep her body from healing.  She had had some of the injuries made with an angels blade, that way she would heal slower even if her body managed to heal some of the less noticeable wounds.<br/><br/>She watched Remi rummage through the room that they had stopped in.  It was strange that he would be so concerned with her and not himself.  Not that she didn't expect it, she just didn't understand it.  Demons were very much about themselves, to some extent she supposed one could say that they would side with each other, but mostly that was because it benefited the individual in some way.  It made things very simple.  Remi seemed to not care about himself at all, only about making sure that she was safe and taken care of.  She didn't believe that that was his only motive, but thats exactly how it seemed.<br/><br/>He returned to her and began tearing the cloth.  She understood that they needed the bandages more than they needed it as clothes, but she would be glad when they found something that would get her out of the filthy rags she was in.  The blood had dried into them making them stiff and scratchy.  Not to mention the amount of actual filth that seemed to be embedded as if it were literally part of the fibers themselves.  She'd prefer being naked to having to wear this for very much longer.  The frock like dress covered most of her short body, but it had been ripped and torn enough to give glimpses of the pale skin underneath.<br/><br/>She let Remi wrap the wounds as best he could, given what was available.  She tried not to 'wince' when he touched particularly sore areas.  He managed to get the bleeding stopped on the reopened wounds and cover a few more.  She picked up a few of the strips he had made and started working on some of the worse wounds on him as well.  She would softly apologize as she was working, knowing that even if no sound was made that the wounds were painful.<br/><br/>She smelled the human before they heard her.  SHe had to fight the urge not to turn and look for where the scent was coming from.  What human was braving coming into the city....alone?  Finally, the human made a noise and she snapped her head toward it, gripping Remi's arm lightly.  She could clearly see the girl frozen in place as if she had tried so hard to remain hidden.  Kol stood slowly and moved just behind Remi, letting his larger frame hide her smaller one from the perceived threat.