Chryssie removed the spearhead and promptly dropped it in the sink at the sight of the blood. She couldn't stand watching it bleed out of him like that and turned away to look for a bandage. The blood seemed darker than it was suppose to, but she attribute that to her trying not to pass out. As she got ahold of the biggest bandaid she had, she turned back to find him standing up. With no wound. Asking to use her shower. A death grip crushed the bandage as she looked up at Devin.<br/><br/>"I...I wasn't worried. Scared yes. But worried, not exactly." Shaking her head as she found herself almost lost in his eyes, she turned to place the crumpled up bandage back into the first aid kit and then back into the cabinet. "I'm fine. I'm just fine. It is just the sight of blood makes me a little queasy." She tucked her hair behind her ear and moved towards the door. "I'm Chrysanthemum, but you can call me Chryssie. Just about everyone does." She tried not to bring up the image of him using her shower. If anything cause of the blood. "I do not mind if you do not mind coming out smelling like lemon and honey." That was really all the soap she had. The shampoo thankfully didn't have much of a smell to it, but she doubted anyone wanted to smell like fruit. Well, anyone masculine. "If you leave your clothes outside the door, I can clean them for you. Since...Uh...I don't think anything I have will fit you." She didn't even try to fight back the blush that crept to her face as she turned to look back at him. "Do you need anything else? Food? Water?"