Lulu felt strong fimiliar arms gently and shakily lift her to stand. "Be calm Dear..." Aubrey spoke lightly and comfortingly. He was coated in mud and blood, his left ear hanging loosely as its blood rolled down his facial features. The white part of his hair was stained here in there of fresh blood from the hunters he had ended. "Are you harmed anymore then what is showing?" he whispered softly as he removed his ripped and stained shirt pulling it into pieces tending to her wounds using some of the water that drained from the past ran in streams along the ground to cleanse the wounds. Delicately he mended and set her wounds hoping she was ok. His feelings for her were deep and strong yet well hidden. He would go insane without whom he consitered his future mate.