“Are there anymore?” Her voice was shaky, and although he could smell the scent of fear that was always present from her, it didn’t grow stronger. Something else, a different emotion, was shaking her voice.

“No. You have already bandaged my cut.”

“Okay.” She wiped her hand on her dress, smearing purple on it, before she started tying the remaining long strips of her dress together. “You are much larger than me. I won’t be able to reach my arms behind you. Would it be okay if I walked underneath your cloak?”

“I see no problem with that.”

“Could you hold this here then?”

She placed the end of a strip next to his side, and he did what he was told before she started circling around him to walk behind him underneath his cloak. Then she came back around, making sure she covered the tail of what he was holding so it was secured, before walking around him again.

She did it a few times until between his sternum and navel was strapped before she tied it all together. Like his arm, it was tight. Already purple began to seep into it, but as he thought before, it should help stem the bleeding.

“Urm... your shoulder?”

He tilted his head so he could see the broken, jutting shaft of the arrow still lodged inside it. He crouched down while giving her his back so that she could grab the arrowhead that had torn through him completely and was visible through the other side.

He was thankful it had lodged between the gaps of his bones rather than embedding into it.

“You ran away earlier. Why would you help me now?” he asked when she was behind him.

His eyes flared red when she yanked the arrow away.

“I ran for many reasons.” She quickly ripped more of her dress and started wrapping his shoulder and the junction of his arm pit. “I won’t say I wasn’t scared of what you turned into.”

His gut tightened with tension at her words.

She is warier of me now. He’d been hoping to ease her worries, not worsen them.

He couldn’t help turning into that state. It had been because of anger and a reaction to his pain, to danger. To her being in danger.

Once she was finished, she stepped away and allowed him to stand and face her once more. She promptly turned her head away from him before giving him her side.

“But I wasn’t particularly pleased with the Demonslayer either. He put a sword to me!” She threw her hands up in outrage. “Why would I have stuck around and hung out with him if he did manage to kill you? You probably also would have ripped a limb from him before he did. Then he would have attracted the Demons, and I would have been killed by a swarm of them when night came.”

“Most humans are scared to be by themselves in the forest. You thought you would be safer by yourself?”

She rubbed her arm from her bicep down to her forearm.

“I wanted to become a Demonslayer if I ever got away from the village. They often hunt animals and cut them

open to bleed them in order to create traps to attract Demons so they can slay them. I knew they would draw their attention, and the more distance between me and them, the likelier I could get away. We know enough about Demons that they’d rather go after the smell of a dead human who is easy food, than to attack a human running away from it.”

“That was... intelligent of you.” He turned from her and started leading their path once more. He heard her footsteps follow before she came up beside him. “You wanted to become a Demonslayer?”

That was curious. None of his other offerings had wanted to become one of those hunters.

“They are supposed to be people with little fear,” she answered quietly. “The more a human smells of it, the more it attracts Demons. Some believe that if you do not hold any, you can’t be smelt by them at all and can remain hidden, even in the night. I’ve never been much of an afraid person, even when I was a child.”

That wasn’t true. Demons could smell a human regardless of if it was afraid or not, but yes, not having fear made it harder to.

“You smell of it,” he told her. He wasn’t sure if she was lying to herself, but he could tell she was afraid.

“I never said I couldn’t feel it!” she yelled, making his head rear back. Her eyes widened, and she quickly cleared her throat. “What I meant to say was, yes, I know I’m afraid, but not like everyone else. I was hoping if I trained with the guild that they’d help me erase it completely.”

Hmm. That is indeed an intriguing notion.

“Why did you want to become one? To protect people you care for?”

“No.” Her voice was quiet as she said, “There is no one left for me to care for.”

It was then that he noticed how much her teeth chattered from the cold. He looked to her bare feet to see her dress

was much shorter now and came to almost her knees.

“I just wanted to be able to travel the world freely. Killing loathsome Demons along the way would have been a bonus.” She looked to him for a moment. “I’m sure that might be the last thing you want to hear.”

“Not at all. I am not a Demon.”

She gave a short laugh as she looked away from him once more.

“I guess that’s true.” She pulled her hood more firmly over her head before she wrapped her arms around her centre and rubbed her arms as though for warmth. “What are you anyway? No one really knows.”

Orpheus wasn’t even sure what he was. There was some belief that he was part-Demon, part-human, part-other. Most just considered Duskwalkers as other, putting them in an unknown category. One of the many unanswered questions.

“Why do you keep looking away from me?” he asked instead of answering her. “Are you that disturbed by me now?”

He couldn’t hide the irritation in his voice. He didn’t like that she couldn’t even look upon him at all.

“With human blood on your face, making it obvious you’ve just eaten one? Well, yes. I find that rather creepy to look at.”

Hmm... He knew humans found the blood of their own kind disturbing. He reached down and dug his fingers into the snow to feel it munch around his glove.

“I did not finish eating him.” He started rubbing the wet powder on his face. The heat of his body melted it enough to wash the blood away. “I came to find you instead.”

“To eat me?”

“No, to find,” he corrected sharply. “It helped that I did not discover you running.”

He’d been hunting her, and he was unsure of how he would have acted if he’d had to continue chasing her. It would have made those cold numbing hands squeezing his

mind grip more forcibly. It had actually eased when he’d seen her standing there in his red hazed vision, almost as if she was waiting for him.

Part of him wanted to eat her, the desire to eat humans ever present inside him, but another part of him had wanted to find and protect her.

“Standing still had actually helped?”

“Yes.” He most likely would have clawed into her upon her capture and spilled her blood. Hunger and thirst would’ve pierced him, and he would have truly ended her.