Oren's eyes were tightly squeezed shut as the woman temporarily patched him up. "I would like another moment, but I should start walking now or I'll stay here," Oren answered truthfully, mentally preparing himself for getting up. Much like before it felt like he was being ripped apart, and he silently cursed the demon. "Lead the way shadow hunter." He muttered, trying his hardest to focus on walking and not pulling the lady over in an unbecoming manner. At least he hadn't screamed in front of her, barely preserving the appearance of his manhood.<br/>Oren was slightly surprised she was helping him, yes he saved her life, but it had to have been obvious he wasn't mundane. Most people at first glance thought him to be a vampire, but his canines weren't quite that long. The half-fey's brain was working mysteriously, the most random of items catching his attention as he stumbled through the streets, leaning rather heavily on his companion. One second he was focused on the light glancing off the damp street, the next his attention was caught by a fluttering bug, or the curve of his companion's waist.<br/>"Are you injured or am I just ruining your clothing?" Oren asked, noting the damp gleaming of blood on her side.