His eyes flowed over her form, taking in the sight of her wounds as she removed her clothing. He'd felt her curves, but considering her predicament, had made no comment about her state of dress. It was certainly better clothing then the ridiculous bra the woman was wearing. Silently he began working upon her wounds, cleaning them carefully and with the ease of practice.

Cautiously, Amaury reached out to test her emotions and energy. Only the surface ones to see if the woman needed rest, or some time alone once the bandages were wrapped. What he found made the man frown, and let out a small sigh. Such nothingness he'd never met before! "Lady, you seem like you need food, and a place to sleep. The owner of this house would welcome you here, I am sure. Would you like for me to show you a room first, or is it food you want more?"

Riva was certain to want to take in this woman. She never refused aid to anyone who needed it, save if they angered her. Strangely, his thoughts wandered to the beast in the hall. He heaved a sigh, knowing he would need to clean up the mess before the redheaded woman returned. Only after seeing this pale haired one settled down comfortably, and with a better set of clothes.