Aidrian's arms tightened around Brynn when he heard her tortured whisper. The look he gave those who stared at her abused form was cold and unfriendly. Unfortunately he had no other form that could easily carry Brynn and be more threatening to passerby. The only other form he had that could carry her at all was the stallion, but considering what she'd been through, riding was out of the question. Neither was he sure that the ceilings in the medical wing were high enough for him in that form. He'd never been there as a horse.
He increased his pace, easy enough to do when most got out of his way. Especially when they saw the guards tailing him. Another reason to pick up the pace. He wanted to get her to safety before they caught up and tried to stop him. He refused to be separated from her until he knew she was in helpful hands. Or as helpful as could be found here. All these thoughts raced through his mind as he dodged mutants and people alike.