Kujin raised an eyebrow as she continued to speak, and even laugh. Erk. Hopefully he hadn't taken so much blood that it would leave permanent damage to her or something. Hopefully her brain was getting enough blood because her behavior was certainly strange to him, so the only conclusion he could draw was that it was that she just wasn't all there right now. And then when she murmured that he "smelled nice"...Kujin very nearly dropped her, the statement was so unexpected, and both eyebrows raised in surprise as he looked down at her. What? Was she...sniffing him? Alright, then.
Mentally, Kujin added "hallucinations" to the growing list of side-effects that he was assuming were effecting her as a result of losing the amount of blood that she had. Maybe she thought he was someone else? That would certainly explain why she was so calm. Conversational, even. Then again, she had called after him when he'd fled...so...she probably knew good and well who he was. Ugh. Well...this was hurting his head now, so he'd just stop trying to psycho-analyze her for now.
He continued on his way toward the inn even as she spoke, ignoring the feeling of something sharp pressing against his stomach. She didn't like inns or being left alone? Well...she'd just have to deal. It wasn't like he had any other options or like he knew where she lived, and he was already going out of his way to make sure she didn't end up the victim of some perverted thug or another vampire who didn't share Kujin's idea of morality. Hell, and to make up even more for his carelessness, for overdoing it and putting her in this kind of unpleasant state, he even planned on paying for her room.
He really needed to stop being so nice. Dammit.
Once again the girl--or, woman actually; heh, she looked older than him, his own body frozen in time, but it was just a habit of his to assume that he was actually older--surprised him by nuzzling her face against his chest and giving him her name. And asking his.
And saying she wanted to talk to him.
Luckily for Kujin, he was saved from having to come up with some sort of response to her words because that was also when she lost consciousness, her body growing heavier in his arms.
The passing out bit, though...Kujin wasn't so sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
All the more reason to get her to an inn where she could rest and recover better.
...Once he took care of whatever the hell was poking him! Agh, he'd been ignoring it as best as he could, not wanting to pause and waste time, but it was getting really irritating now! Pausing, Kujin lowered the unconscious Feilene to the ground and rubbed his stomach, and then promptly began a quick search of the woman to find the offending object that had been stabbing him. It didn't take long, because it seemed to be the only thing on her, in her coat pocket--a wallet, stuffed full with a set of keys...which seemed to have been what had been digging into him when he'd been carrying her.
Keys...hmm...
Kujin wasn't really one to snoop or pry, but he took the opportunity then to remove the keys and thumb through her wallet for "clues". Maybe she lived around here, and if so, well, then he wouldn't feel obligated to shell out coin for an inn and she wouldn't have to be left in a "strange place" like she said she hated. Worked for them both. If it wasn't too far away, that is; Kujin had his limits, and he wouldn't be carrying her across the countryside when he could just dump her in an inn instead. A piece of folded up paper slipped out and fluttered to the ground and, after quickly examining it...sure enough, it was an address.
Huh...she must have just moved down here recently, then, if she was still carrying around the address to her home. That explained why she'd looked so lost and out of place earlier, and why she'd been in the bad part of town to begin with. Made sense.
Pocketing the keys and slip of paper and returning her wallet to the opposite pocket--just so it wouldn't annoy him--he once again hauled her up into his arms and set off. The place was only a few blocks away, no biggie.
Didn't mean he didn't get lost, though.
Eventually, he found the place, and after a few fumbled attempts with the keys, having to balance an unconscious woman in his arms while at the same time having to try and figure out which key fit into the keyhole, the door finally swung open. Kujin waited a few moments before he finally stepped inside, listening for any sounds that might alert him to anyone else that might be living there. That...wouldn't be good if she didn't live alone. Because then there'd be a lot of explaining involved, and...yeah. He'd like to avoid that, though if someone did suddenly show up, well, Kujin had nothing against hastily setting her down in the doorway and getting out of there.
The home was quiet, though, so Kujin finally carried the woman, Feilene, inside. The place was also small and cozy, so it didn't take long at all for him to locate the bedroom, where he laid her down gently on the bed. Alright, mission complete. Now he was off, and if all went well, she wouldn't even remember him! Carefully, so as not to make too much noise, he set her keys and the paper with the address on it on a nightstand next to the bed, then turned to leave. His job was done, and she should be fine now.
Odd, really...he felt strange as he started to walk away from her, a strange sense of emptiness filling him. Ah well. He did his best to ignore it as he reached her bedroom door.