Adam was prepared to run, yelling and screaming and indulging a full-blown panic. Then, however, his gaze fell on her face and she looked just so damn miserable.
He looked back to the stained handkerchief, probably ruined for good, then back to the girl and heaved a heavy sigh. It just figured that he'd pick to help the...creature instead of the victim. Even though, looking as miserable as she did, Adam wasn't entirely sure about the whole victim thing any more.
"What happened?" Adam finally asked in a defeated voice, watching fascinated as her nose seemed to heal itself. That was amazing but otherwise his instincts still told him to run. Except that he didn't. "Just for the record, I've got vervain on me. Now does it still hurt?"