Aisley, a little shocked that the kid had woken up so soon, finished putting the bandage she had in her hand on his shoulder, where the skin felt a bit like scar tissue. She let him gently fall onto his back again.<br/>"Hi. I'm Aisley. Thank you, for saving me." She sat on the edge of the bed, one leg on the floor the other tucked underneath her. "You ended up passing out. So I took you to my house, though if you don't mind, can I put your sword somewhere else." She looked the guy over. His hair was a silvery color, normal for her life. But the tattoo, "What's the tattoo mean?" She asked, abruptly. She moved off the bed, went to the closet and grabbed a clean blanket. She unfolded it skillfully and flung half over to the other side of the bed. She grabbed another blanket and pillow before heading toward the couch. "By the way," She said, stopping at the door. "What's your name?"