Ewww, blood? Kyran tried not to make a face at that one, always a bit of a clean freak and dirty things always disturbed him a little. It was the Neqa'el in him, the impulse to always groom and keep clean and even now the rain was driving him crazy and he just wanted to get inside and take care of his hair.
"I'm sure we can find a bath," he told her as she worried about her smell--which, if there was any, it was disguised by the rain. "I'll need one myself. Let go!"
Relieved at the sight of the inn, he ran with her, eager to get inside, and only released her arm and ran ahead so he could get the door for it. By then, the rain was coming down in a steady downpour, more like a waterfall than the earlier drizzle.
Kyran shook out his hair, sending droplets flying, and shivered.
"Whew, made it!" he said, rubbing his arms before holding them out, clothing quite wet. "Eck. Dunno about you, but I needa change."