Damien noted the panic in her words and immediately lifted his hands, extending them in front of him in a<i>’I mean no harm’</i>sort of way. His left hand was uniform to the rest of his body, but his right hand was a reddened, blistered mess, not as bad as before, but still very noticeable. The pain had subsided for the most part as well, it was always the healing that took the longest and he assumed it was because he was only half a demon. The<i>weak</i>human side of the man had troubles recovering from wounds at as fast of a rate as his purebred brethren. There was no love amongst them though. Damien had chosen sides far before that night, so him killing that demon did little to sway his stance with the other.<br/><br/>“Alright,<i>alright</i>, calm down,” he said, inching closer and closer to her. “If you just give me a ch-” he was cut off by her words. The reaction she was giving wasn’t out of the ordinary. Humans often flailed about when faced with something they had no understanding of. This was a special circumstance that apparently had a huge effect on her, not something like a news report of skeletal remains being found on the moon, indicating the existence of extraterrestrials. Those kind of things were shocking on their own, but this one held more weight. It was real, and right in front of her face. She had very nearly gotten killed that night by something that was believed to only have crept in nightmares. That on its own would have been enough to break most people but to add more onto it, she was saved by a man wielding a fireball. The whole thing was out of this world and when she lost consciousness, he let out a defeated sigh.<br/><br/>Damien looked down at the girl and lifted a hand to scratch behind his head. He was thinking. He could either leave her there or take her with him, but neither option seemed all that great in the moment. If he<i>did</i>decide to leave her behind then that would put her at risk of another attack, not just by a demon but from humans as well. The part of town they were in wasn’t the greatest - hell no part of the city was safe at night - and he could see one of the junkies come sniffing over there and taking advantage of her. His lips pursed as his brows narrowed, head craning to peer down both lengths of the alley. He chewed on the inside of his mouth and crouched down, tilting his head to examine her. Damien sighed and reached forward to grab, just under her arms and stood her limp body up. He grunted slightly and he somehow maneuvered her over his shoulder and lifted the rest of her up to dangle him. He carried her similar to how one would carry a bag of grain. Luckily, she was pretty light, but, it<i>was</i>a good walk back home.<br/><br/>It wasn’t as bad as she thought, though his calves were burning by the time he managed to carry her up his steep staircase and lay her down on the singular couch tucked into the corner of his cramped apartment. Damien wasn’t too keen on the ways of nursing people, so he stood over her and tried to recollect all the movies he had seen.<i>’A wet washcloth’</i>, he said in his head and walked quickly over to the kitchen. On the way over, he slipped out of his jacket and dropped it on the counter next to the sink. After rifling through a few drawers he realized that he didn't have any washcloths at all and instead had to settle for a few folded layers of paper towels. He ran them under the tap and returned to her without wringing them out, so when he placed them across her forward, water pooled and leaked from the sides streaming down her face. He shrugged and then went for a glass of water, knowing that people were typically thirsty when they awoke from trauma. He sat the glass down on the table next to the couch and planted himself atop it too. There was no need to worry too much about her, or so he assumed. He could still see the shallow rise and fall of her chest, which meant she was breathing. The shock was what had likely caused her to pass out in the first place and he assumed that she would wake soon.<br/><br/>A short span of time ticked away and during it, Damien had transitioned onto the floor and found himself leaning against the arm of the couch. He shut his eyes, exhausted from exertion and fell asleep while waiting for her to awake.