Out of breath, she simply nodded to him. After he was dropped unceremoniously onto the bed, Abia noticed that Erebus’s limbs were haphazardly hanging off. Repositioning proved difficult by herself, but she had managed after some heavy breaths and strength of will. She grabbed the towels and immediately started cleaning him up with some warm clean water and drying him off.<br/><br/>Once finished, she pulled the blanket halfway up his body to keep him warm, and also to keep her from staring. It’s not the first she’s seen, but certainly....she shook the thought away and focused on the task at hand. “Damn alcohol.” She cursed the drink under her breath for smudging her thought process to a fuzzy mess.<br/><br/>Inhaling deeply and bracing herself, she grabbed the dart and quickly pulled it out of the man, making sure to press one of the clean towels onto the wound to keep any blood from spilling. With that, she proceeded to clean the wound without another word, utilizing herbs and salves, taking care to use whatever knowledge she had of caring for injured persons and, hopefully, not make things worse.<br/><br/>———————————<br/><br/>Meanwhile, as Nathan raised his blade to behead the dastardly creature, something strange happened. Just as the blade swung down to slice the imp in two, the air about it quivered and the creature disappeared, leaving only its blood stain upon the ground and nothing more.<br/><br/>!!Some ways away, a shadowy figure watched from the darkest corners between two buildings. Yellow eyes glow beneath a black hood. Outstretched ahead of the figure was an old, marred hand that finished a small wave towards where the imp had lied. Retreating its hand beneath its dark cloak, the air around it had quivered, and the figure as well disappeared without a trace.