The large church grim stared down at her for a minute as if what he was doing was obvious. He tilted his head to the side before answering, "I'm going to stitch your injuries closed so they heal without scaring too badly," He began, "Unless you suddenly can transform into a wolf and heal it yourself..."<br/><br/>It was a low blow but he hated being questioned. It was one of those things that rubbed him the wrong way when he thought about it. Eirin never felt himself above others but being questioned in his intentions left him feeling like he was a dog once more instead of a being that guarded the dead. A frown crossed his lips at the thought, "The world is cruel to those who can't fight back or won't. You look closer to death's door than many humans who have died. Changing that comes when you decide to live."<br/><br/>He felt she needed to hear it more than others. That life was something they had to grasp for instead of it being given to them. A creature in her state was broken of the will to disobey or fight back for their own good.