Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
For now, he led her over to the bed, sitting her down gently. He remained standing, if only to move back to what he hoped was a closet, to look for something else for her to wear.
"Do you have something you can change into? To get out of the blood?" He was well aware she might not answer him; the question was merely for his peace of mind.