Gabriel was careful to stay close to the unsteady girl, ready to give her support if she stumbled. He did not release her hand either, keeping her steady and leading her away from the rain beaten clearing.
And suddenly, with no effort at all, they were in front of a small cottage-style house.
How they had gotten there wasn't exactly clear, but it didn't matter.
It was alright, this was a safe place. However they got there, Scarlet would be safe and dry inside.
Gabriel swung open the door and led Scarlet inside, the door shutting behind them silently. A hearty fire was already blazing in the fireplace directly across from them, heating the wooden edifice nicely. The tall man then led Scarlet to the single bed, on the left side of the small home. To the right was a round wooden table with two chairs. The entire thing gave off a cozy, if not small, air.
"Here, lay down Scarlet." He spoke gently, still keeping his gentle mind control over her.
Amber eyes glanced over the arm that he could see, the other tucked into his jacket. "Let me see your arms. You are bleeding."
Of course, he had known that from the start, and the smell was growing ever sharper the longer they were out of the rain.
But with the delicious scent of blood, came another, very faint one. It was so slight he could not say what it was or where it was coming from. But it bothered him none the less.
Not that any of this was even remotely shown on his face or in his gaze, giving no hint to Scarlet what he was thinking. Instead, he showed concern and worry over her wounds, tall form bent slightly over her.
