Eve nodded and helped him to his feet, patiently waiting until he could support enough of his weight that she wouldn't have to practically carry him. When they started to walk, she was slightly surprised he addressed her by "shadowhunter." It wasn't every day that a downworlder willingly accepted help from one of them, even if he wasn't completely one. Her mind worked quickly, thinking of which path would get them to the Institute fastest and how to dodge any unassuming mundanes. She was so lost in thought that his words barely registered in her muddled mind.<br/><br/>She looked over at him, a confused expression on her dainty face, before looking down at her own waist. At the sight of blood, her body finally responded to the pain of the wound. It took everything she had to tear her eyes away and back on the streets. "Don't worry about me right now. I can fix that up as soon as we get there," she said quickly as they made the final turn.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, they were climbing up the steps of the Institute and pushing the doors open. Eve called for help and within moments, men and women came down the steps and helped them both to the infirmary. At her insistence, the man was seen to first. She made sure he was properly bandaged and healing before she even let anyone take a look at her. Finally, they laid her down in one of the beds and inspected the wound. It didn't seem too deep, from what she could tell, but when Will drew an<em>iratze</em>on her stomach, she couldn't help the whimper that escaped her mouth at the searing pain.<br/><br/>"Demon's blood," she heard murmured through the haze of her mind as she started to lose consciousness. She was about to say something, but before she could even form the words in her head, the darkness overcame her.<br/><br/>She woke a couple hours later with a bandage wrapped around her waist and fresh clothes laying beside her bed. She winced as she stood, then pulled the sheet around her so she could change. When she was finally decent, she checked on the man a few beds over. Finding he was still asleep, she went to her room to clean herself up. She returned not long after, her hair pinned half up, letting some of the blond locks hang around her shoulders, and her face clear of ash, blood, and dust.