Shenyo quizzically raised an eyebrow at her offer to keep him warm. Before he had time to protest she had already laid beside him, and at that point he couldn't complain. Leaning into her a little he relaxed a bit more. As she investigated his wounds she would find them all to be quite shallow by this point, far beyond what they were when they had left the cottage. That only raised the question of how bad they were initially, if they had been healing the entire time he walked to find her? How had he kept himself in one piece that long?<br/><br/>"You really want to make a fire?" He asked with a laugh, looking back through the waterfall to the still burning forest. The water mostly kept the smoke at bay, but still allowed enough air in to them. "If you insist." Despite being wet he was still rather warm. The water was only beginning to chill this time of year, and wasn't completely uncomfortable as of yet.<br/><br/>His tail gently slid from side to side on the floor between them, brushing up against her leg from time to time as he spoke with her. Eventually it slipped under her leg and coiled around it several times down to rest by her ankle, but he didn't seem to notice as he began to explain what had happened to him.<br/><br/>"It had been a trap." He went on. "The information I was told was wrong. No, intentionally wrong. Either the people I've been dealing with are lying to me or I was tricked by them, I'm not sure." He sighed, reaching out to the nearby water and washing his face. "There were three nobles waiting for me. They've caught onto me specifically, and were there to kill me specifically, no one else. It seems they know who I am by this point."<br/><br/>His eyes narrowed. "One of them is dead. The other two are wounded, but they'll be back together in no time." Shenyo seemed angry at that fact. "I made mistakes, I wasn't ready to fight. Not like that." In truth his mind had been distracted, thinking of other things. Of people pressed up against him currently. The worst part was he wasn't even sure why. She was strange and not forthcoming about much, yet she had still lingered in his mind. It was still no excuse to be ambushed the way he was, fighting tooth and nail to survive and hurt them enough to get some space.<br/><br/>"I didn't want to risk a prolonged fight. I let them sink their blades deep into my arm to give myself some time, and threw a candelabra into stack of books. From there they were distracted, and I slipped away with one hunting me down. That was the one who never made it back, he was a fool to come after me alone. Even with one good arm." As he spoke he examined his 'bad' arm, clenching his fist tightly to test it. Spreading his fingers out his claws extended like a shot, at least six inches in length, before having them slip back into his fingertips. It was some kind of magic to be sure, or perhaps it was just a part of whatever he was?<br/><br/>"They'll be angry when the find out what happened." Looking over to her, he caught her eyes with his. "Others will be searching the area. I've hurt them too much for them to let me go, and their wounds are fresh. We might be safe here, we might not. The burned forest might actually be the safest place honestly, but I don't know if I want to risk you being here."