Alexios slowly lowered himself into a squatting position, then sort of half stepping forward, half moving to sit on one his legs- bracing his balance with the other as she fell back, snagging her hip and armpit as she tumbled and slowly lowering her to the ground then just as quickly as he'd reached out, he pulled his hands away. "Careful now, I can bind a cut- but I'm no good with salves for bruises. And to answer your question- I'm a werewolf. My name is Alexios, may I have your name?" he turned his head back to face the purple haired woman and added, "And yours, and hers if you know it." He nodded towards the unconscious woman with the animal features before turning back to miss ashen hair.
He reached out and took her arm again- as gentle has his hybrid form had been with them- his touch in human form seemed downright delicate- a fact that was either a testament to his fine muscle control or a great deception to the near superhuman feats of strength that his human form could accomplish. Or both. "Why am I doing this? You're bleeding- it wouldn't be right for me to just ignore it and let you bleed."
He was well aware that wasn't what she was asking. And while he'd explain if she asked more directly, that would, perhaps be a better conversation to have back at the Caldera, let him make sure his new mates were safely in the center of his territory, then answer any questions they had.
He carefully opened her hand with one of his, holding onto her wrist with the other, taking a close look at the cut. "You're lucky, it's quite shallow. Fairly long, but it should heal quickly without needing stitches. Now to find something to wrap it with." Alexios tilted his head back and sniffed at the air, turning his head in all directions before giving a mild shake, nothing like when he was trying to clear the voice of his wolf out of his head.
"Hmm, there's no Sagefoil Fern nearby.. let's see.." His eyes flirted down to her slaves rags, no, too dirty and bare. Maybe animal girl had something she could spare? Again no. Turning his head back to the slaver's desert flower, he spied a sash of cloth that hung from her shoulders, across her chest- then looping back around to reconnect. It was fine- and clean. Again, hinting to the fact that she'd been brought up as a slave- the sash was a fashion statement that he recognized from another of his mates. Alexios hoped that wasn't the only thing covering her breasts as he pointed to it. "May I have that, please?"
Not that he would mind if one of his mates were bare before him, but he didn't want to force them to undress- to him that felt too far when they barely knew him.