Fera was starting to bristle defensively. After all the trouble she and her brother'd had with poltergeists and demons... it was understandable why she wasn't too fond of things that weren't human. ...Then again, she didn't like humans all that much, either. "Wait just a second - we didn't ask for your help, we don't have to pay you a damned-"
"Fera, please," Basil interupted her gently, and she quietly did as she was bid.
"Fine, but I'm going to tend to your back while you talk." She snagged the bandages and stalked off to the bathroom to retrieve plenty of wet cloths and a bowl of water.
Basil turned his head a bit, looking at Zenidine. "In all honesty, I don't know why that thing is after me, but he's not the only one. Perhaps because I'm a human and can see them, but don't know how to fight them."