Made sense to Chryssie. If you didn't want to fight, you avoided the fights whenever possible. If you wanted to live, you avoid the things that could bring an early death. Though a question that arose in Chryssie's mind but she thought she better keep it to herself. The question was a simple one, but one she thought it wouldn't be polite to ask. Could Lazar actually get old and die? Like naturally? It was an interesting question that she wouldn't dare ask at the moment.<br/><br/>Stopping, she saw her hotel in the distance. The bright lights and welcoming front was a stark contrast to the darkness and griminess they had both left behind. Something about him pulled at her heartstrings. Reaching out, she lightly grabbed his hand and gave him a tug toward the hotel's front door. Like hell she would leave him out here injured like that and not at least stick a few band aids on him. She didn't think trying to cleanse the wounds would be a good idea just in case, but band aids she could do. She could do that really well.<br/><br/>"Oh no you don't. You aren't getting out of this that easily. I may not know what you are exactly and rather you will heal fast or slow or get infection or anything like that so I'm not leaving you out here with no first aid treatment whatsoever." Her voice was firm as she started to walk to the hotel. She really hoped that Lazar would decide to follow and not just stand there. She didn't feel like trying to push the larger man down the sidewalk and towards her room. For one: it would be embarrassing. For two: she was pretty sure he could just pick her up sit her aside and walk away. For three...Actually she couldn't think of anything for a third point.<br/><br/>"I'm sure they wouldn't think twice..." Chryssie wasn't actually sure now that she thought about it, but it was her hotel room. She had paid them. She could bring whoever she wanted into her hotel room and they could just stuff it. Well, stuff it nicely, but what she did was her business and that was that.