Nodding, she smiled.  "Davea are extremely sensitive to light.  Any kind of light.  The brighter the deadlier.  It happens with such dark creatures.  It's why I carried the flashlight with me when I came to rescue you.  It would be enough to at least hold them at bay.<br/><br/>Anya refused to let her hands trace over the hard lean muscles of his back regardless of how much she really wanted to.  She hadn't been around a male that was so handsome in quite some time.  She made herself breathe slowly and control herself.  She kept dipping the rag in water to continue to remove the blood and make sure the worst of the cuts were healed.  She peered at some of them.  "I don't think you will need any stitches back here.  Though you have some nice bruises that might make moving a little more difficult and painful than usual."<br/><br/>She looked over his scars as he discussed how he got them.  It was sad that he had to face such danger on an everyday basis.  She had created her own life so that she wouldn't face it and could help heal those touched by it.  Perhaps he was here for a reason that she had yet to discover.<br/><br/>She lifted a hand slowly and ran a finger along the white scar that he said was behaving well.  It was smooth but she could tell he was definitely a warrior. She looked up at him and swallowed slowly before letting her hand drop wordlessly.  After she swallowed, she averted her gaze to hide her own interest.<br/><br/>"You play with several deadly friends.  I am not surprised by the number of scars now then.  However..."  Raising her gaze back to his she offered something that had never been offered.  "You may use my library, my expertise, and my home as your sanctuary as long as you need."