He could see that now. His face twisted up in a grimace, partly in exasperation- this stranger had no reason to help him. His pride might have been hurt some, too; after being pulled down from his realm to be shot dead, Daimon didn't feel so inclined to believe in this person's kindness. But she was persistent, and if he didn't want to fall on his face, he had no choice but to take her support, grinding his teeth through the pain as he grabbed her shoulder and got to his feet. The strain took the air out of him, and he caught his jagged breath before he could speak. "My apartment," he grunted. "I don't know how you expect to get me there-" Daimon shot a skeptical glance toward the street. His place wasn't within a walking distance, and though he was in his human form, a woman carrying a strange injured man hardly seemed discreet. He scowled, still too weak to teleport.