Ugh, she had been staring at him like he had grown another head. Or like he was very possibly bleeding to death. Which was probably not that far from the truth. However it may be, her stare made him uneasy, just like the finally gotten silence. Now he'd really like her to say something and at the same time, it was so much better if there were no more curse words from her to haunt his dreams. Because this scene - a pale girl with matted, blonde hair and eyes that had lost most of their life, with scars and wounds across her body that even though he couldn't see he knew he had caused in a way, on her knees in the lush, green grass that contrasted with her blood red cloak so much - it was definitely going to be preserved in his memory forever as something surreal, nightmare-dream vision type of thing to never leave him truly alone.

Applying pressure to the wound and simply focusing on each step he took, trying not to think of Sophie or how far he would have to walk, Ryan didn't get further than few paces before she did speak up. And against his better judgement, he stopped, glancing over his shoulder with a frown, clear 'what??' written on his face, although the man said nothing. But at her next words, his eyes widened, betraying his surprise, before albino's expression closed up again. "I don't need help from anyone," he said, words firm and casual, like he had said them hundred times before. And he had, he had chanted them to himself, audibly and only in thought, each time his stepfathers had beaten him, or he had had a bad day on the street, always, really. And the one time he betrayed this principle was when he went to Zofies and look where it had gotten him...

But before turning around and walking around, like he very much intended to do, he gave Sophie once over, and even if she was angry or upset at his response, something, something in the fact that she had outstretched her hand to him, made a dent in his decision. With frustrated sigh, the man turned around to fully face her, shifting so he held the bandage to his wound with left hand. "Fine, fine... I will help you get to your home or whatever, can't have you pass out here somewhere and get eaten by some paradise bird, have all my work wasted," he grumbled, putting an arm around her shoulder, supporting her as much as he leaned on her.

Of course, it was quite the scumbag response to her kind offer to help, but he was unable to accept it differently, and so, unless Sophie protested now, they slowly proceeded towards the direction of her shelter. Ryan didn't speak much if at all after this, the walk, especially if longer, taking visible toll on his strength and energy. Still, the man tried his best to keep upright and not put much weight on Sophie even when he was unable to actually support her much anymore. Few times, he twisted his leg nastily on rock hidden in the grass and mumbled a curse or two, but that couldn't exactly be called talking.