If not for the way her arm was cradled against her body to keep her wrist stable and her bruised shoulder still, in the sage green dress she wore, Raina would have looked as if she had simply sat down outside after feeling the earth and grass under her feet. None of the demon blood specked her skin, although the vampire who had saved her had bore more than his share of the demon's lifeblood, as well as his own.
Isaiah didn't look at the body again, but Raina had, far more than twice. His kneeling in front of her blocked her view of it, if her eyes had been tempted to slide that way again, and he was a far better sight to set her eyes on then. She lifted her hand from Bean's fur to his cheek when he shortly kissed her, wanting to touch him even that small bit. The lingering strands of her shock were brushed away with his presence, in the relief and small comfort of his appearance, taking any dullness left from her eyes.
She nodded, the untamed curls of her hair sliding over her shoulders with the movement. Overall, she was okay, although the destruction of her garden, the plants torn and damaged, was more than dismaying to the Earth Elemental. The clash of a winged vampire and a shadowy demon had proven to be far too much for the plants, and she could feel them dying. Already knowing it was not going to be overly helpful, Raina finally spoke beyond his name, "I sprained my ankle and my shoulder's bruised." The dip and flow of the ancient and unknown language on her tongue was message enough on the strangest damage, with a twist of consternation over that particular fact to her expression.
'She can't speak,' Oma added softly, from her place at their feet, 'I cannot understand even her thoughts.' The small cub managed to look forlorn, 'The vampire spoke strangely as well, before he left. But I cannot say if he began in that language or not.' The puppy half in Raina's lap whined quietly as if to agree, although she truly understood little beyond her mistress being injured.