He was glad to see her face when the door opened. Even more glad when she pulled him into a hug before he could. He held on tightly, running his hand down the back of her head while pressing a cheek to the crown of her head. "It will be okay, dear." He wasn't all powerful as some other immortals but he could take someone down in a fight.
He took her bag leading her outside. He'd taken the motorcycle because it was much faster at zipping through alleys and small streets. He strapped her bag to the back handing her a helmet. It was a little chilly outside so before she could take a seat behind him he handed her his leather jacket. "Hold on tight."