Malreth hadn't expected the woman to immediately accept his offer as it would be very strange to take a man up on such a cryptic offer. Granted, when she eventually saw his badge (which, might I add, he tried to subtly show), he cracked a smile. "Well it's whatever you prefer. I have a duty to uphold to ensure all the fine citizens of our lovely city are safe and happy."

At her comment about not having medical supplies, he frowned. "We'll have to fix that. Wouldn't want you to be empty handed if something like this ever happened again."

Shifting the umbrella, he walked just close enough to the woman to keep her dry all while keeping himself dry, or at least his front half. His rear and back seemed to stick out from beyond the umbrella--the curse of getting an umbrella just big enough for one!

In relatively no time, they were before a familiar set of apartment buildings. Before she could offer up a decline, he was escorting her into the house and shaking off the water as if he were a dog.

"Br-" his voice cracked as the male literally appeared out of nowhere from behind and touched his shoulder. "Holy hell, you scared the living daylight out of me." Hand on his heart, he glanced at their guest. "Put on some tea for Miss...."

Well that was awkward. He never asked for her name and yet he invited her into his home. Whacking himself mentally, he forgot the same thing!

"I'm so rude," he said while collapsing the umbrella. "I'm detective Malreth Dethune. And this is my twin, Kynal."

Kynal, instantly realizing who she was, kindly tucked the cat behind his ankle. "Yeah, I know who she is. She hates cats."

"Cats?" Malreth quipped a brow and turned from his brother to the woman. "And how do you know this?"

"She was running from the cat," he glanced down to his feet, "who somehow escaped. She ran behind me and I took the cat in."

"And you couldn't offer her some alcohol and band-aids?" Malreth was shaking his head while sighing. "Ky, Ky, Ky...."

"What? I saved her. I did my part." Rolling his eyes, the male retreated into the kitchen to prevent the teapot from whistling. "Besides, she didn't tell me she was hurt."

"And this is why you're not a detective." Pointing down to her knees, he gave his brother a stupid face. "Are you sure you're not blind."

"I have more important things to worry about."

"Like what?"

"Saving her from the cat."

"Wow," he clapped sarcastically. "My hero." Turning to face Aria, he sighed. "You'll have to forgive and ignore him. He's a special one. Anyway, why don't I show you the bathroom and see if I can get you all patched up." His smile was contagious and so pure. It was evident that, of the twins, he was the nicer, more sincere brother.

"Black or cream and sugar?" Ky looked up at the female. "For the tea. How do you want it?"