She was definitely a different person than she was when he ran into her into the bar. He couldn't even think how long ago that was. A few months? Could have been years for all he knew. When you've been alive as long as he had, he didn't keep track of time all that well. He didn't like seeing her like this. She was disheveled and she looked like shed been beaten and tortured. She needed some nourishment and a years worth of sleep from what he could tell. By human standards, she was a dead woman walking. Her eyes didn't seem focused either, not the way he remembered from the last time. She was intense and charismatic then, playful and even teasing. She seemed dioriented and he wondered if she got hit in the head too many times. He scowled thoughtfully. Could humans heal well from that kind of damage? How long would it take?

He looked around, almost expecting a car but then by the looks of her, shed probably been walking. How long had she been like this? Did she escape from somewhere close? He had to fight the sudden urge of anger welling up inside him. The things he could do to those that did this to her. His first instinct when the shadows wrapped around him was to snarl and get ready to fight but once he saw her, he felt himself calm down almost immediately. He didn't know if she would hurt him but he knew that he wouldn't hurt her.

Her confusion was expected because he was just as confused. He didn't know why he was back here anymore than she did. Her gaze went low, as if to watch his lips move but he knew she wasn't deaf. Then he remembered thinking she might have head damage. That made sense. When he mentioned her scent, she asked if he was a Were. He smirked, shaking his head before he extended his fangs. "Does this answer your question?" Once he was sure shed seen them, he pulled them back in to reveal pristine normal teeth. He did raise a brow cause shed put "too" on the end of that question and he knew she was a witch, by her blood if nothing else. You couldn't mistake the silver hue to it that spoke of magic. He didn't decided not to mention it right now though. She was still fresh from her trauma and disoriented. It would all come back to her.

She stepped back and at first he thought she was leaving but then the shadows pulled back, releasing him so he could move again. She said she couldn't remember his name and he smiled softly. "Erik." She looked so panicked and he didn't like it. Her only answer to his comment on her appearance was a distracted "yes" before a sound in the alley made her snap her head around. He didn't sense anyone else so he figured it had to be an animal but he still tensed, ready to jump in between her and that alley if needed. When the cat trotted out of the alley, he wrinkled his nose but Sorcha said something before she crouched down, coaxing the cat to her. He raised a brow. She must have been saying the cats name. Darwin. So he used to be hers? The cat looked like it'd seen better days too but it didn't look beaten, just like it hadn't had a good meal in a while. He'd never fully understood domesticated animals.

The cat ran up to her as if recognizing her, rubbing against her hands with a purr. Erik finally put his hands in his pockets, slouching his shoulders as he leaned back against the wall behind him. As Sorcha picked up the cat, he watched intently, tilting his head as he noticed the tear falling down her cheek. Was she sad or happy? It was always harder for him to tell human emotions. His keen hearing picked up on her whispered confession to the cat and he scowled thoughtfully. Only then did she seem to remember he was there, her gaze snapping back to him. She looked like she wanted to say something before she thought better of it and looked away again.

Finally he cleared his throat. "You can come to my place if you need to clean up and rest. I know you dont really know me but I wouldn't let anything happen to you...or Darwin." He added on glancing at the cat curiously.