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Evelyn didn’t move nor speak, she merely stayed in her half fetal position. Blood trickled down her mouth, blood that wasn’t exactly hers as her unswollen eye looked up to the women. She didn’t know how to accept help if that’s what even called.

She only knew punishment and possibly pity, this has to be the later. “…I-I…can’t stand…” she muttered in a soft voice.

Her response is heard, and it can only bring an annoyed sigh from her once more. Such a nuisance…but then again, she was beaten up so, it’s not uncommon for one to be unable to move. But was it fear? Or was it that she was just so HURT that she couldn’t stand? Regardless, it’s not going to help this girl out knowing the answer.

❝ Alright, fine, then I’m choosing for you. ❞

Not wanting to harm the poor girl anymore than she already was, she ever so gingerly reached down to lift her up into her arms. The Mercenary didn’t care what others thought of her helping this girl out; the Daemon Hunter couldn’t care less about how people EVER cared about her. The times for caring about image were long since passed. Hence why now she is ever so gently holding the girl in her arms, looking down to her.

❝ You’ve a place to stay, right? I’ll carry you home, seeing how you can’t move. ❞