Martin let out a low sigh, having just finished tossing another criminal behind bars, they wouldn't be there for long but long enough to be administered a temporary solution to the 'passion plague' or at least that's what some of the higher officers had began calling it by now. With his hands on his hips, and the same melancholy expression pinned to his face, he rounded a corner for good measure, finishing his solo-patrol after his brief break when all of a sudden he felt a powerful thud against his muscular shoulder, causing him to go limp for but a few seconds, adjusting to the shock of what had just occured. With a collected gaze, he reached out to grab her hand without a word, un-rolling a sleeve of clean, white bandages from out of his equipment pouch, quickly fixing it up with an appropriate field dressing. " You smell.. funny. " He muttered, his fingers dancing around the collar that was wrapped around her neck, quickly retracting them as if not wanting to dare test it. " You smell like blood. " He announced, tilting his head to the side, his eyes straying down to the corner of the next alley, almost like that of a lost puppy, but a speck of blood catching his attention. As if informed by an ill omen, he would reach out for her other hand and begin walking off, one blade still held at the ready on his shortsword.<br/><br/>" It's fine. I'll protect you. "<br/><br/>Faced away now, he begins walking in the rain, stepping into puddles now and then, he didn't really have a direction in mind or an objective, he just knew that getting away from that spot would be the best possible option for them at this point. Soaked, his hair lay back against his head, each strand of brown silk just resting dampened on his scalp, a look of determination ever present on his face. " Are you alright? " Asking in a casual tone, he turned his head to look at her, an idea suddenly coming to mind. " We can try getting it burned off I suppose. I haven't seen anything like it before in my life. " But for now, he would sit down on a bench, blanketed above by a veil, the rain just casually straying off onto the rat infested city streets, even they were at it, humping each other and breeding like, well, 'rats'. Martin leant over, clutching her injured hand with a calm expression on his face, inviting her to sit down next to him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>