you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

Of course, she would run into him. Try as she might, the assassin had a difficult time as it was getting Tetradore out of her mind. Their recent meeting was, to say the least, rather interesting and lasted much longer than she had anticipated. She didn't even know she was capable of playing nice with a were creature for that long, though she did want to kill him for the majority of it.

With those eyes closed and her hand shoved tightly into her side, a grimace of the lingering pain traces the corners of her mouth. How she wanted to slide down that wall and sleep, she knew herself far too well that if she did that, she would be spending the remainder of the evening on the ground. The soft pads of footfalls catch her ear yet Vhalla's eyes remained closed, she had assumed the pedestrian would continue on his way but the sound of that familiar voice caresses her ears.

Peeking an eye open, she watches Tetradore close the distance between them, she merely frowns at him as he stops in front of her, noting immediately he's wearing the jacket she bought for him. Watching him wearily, she gives a small shrug of her shoulder, "I don't know what you're talking about, I look rather fabulous if I don't say so myself," she cracks a weak grin at him, running a hand through her long strands and tossing it rather flamboyantly. That action went a lot better in her mind. Bending over, she pants in pain, the small movement of her hand pulls at the wound. Releasing a small groan, she lets her eyes close again briefly, prior to catching her breath. It's a long moment before she straightens again, her face drawn with deep lines of pain.

"Believe it or not, I don't pick fights with everyone I come across," she grunts at him, leaning her head against the wall again. "I was at a bar and there was a raid by rogue dark hunters, one of them got lucky," she shrugs, Vhalla couldn't fathom why she was explaining it to him but the moments those words left her lips she couldn't seem to stop, "I was with a vampire, turns out the asshole can drink witch blood too," she says darkly, her voice tightening at the memory. How she was going to kill Sebastian the moment she recovered.

Hearing that exasperation exit Tetradore's lips has the assassin peaking an eye open just in time to see him move closer to her and wrap a gentle arm around her waist. Stiffening at his touch, she looks at him warily a brow arched in a questioning manner, though the witch doesn't pull away from him. "I'm surprised you remembered my name," she mutters the offhanded comment, letting her weight fall onto him. Though the assassin would be typically opposed to letting someone help her, she was smart enough to utilize the offered help in her condition, she wasn't sure she would make it home otherwise. Letting her own arm encircle the back of his waist, she leans ever more onto him, grunting at the movement. Feeling the defined muscles of his back has her tinging pink so she drops her head forward, letting her hair cover her face.

"Home," she states quickly gesturing with her hand down the block, "It's two blocks that way," she looks up at him with tired eyes. It doesn't take much encouragement to get her moving again, and while it's still very much painful, the moving is much easier with the majority of her weight off of her wound. It takes no time at all to reach a rather graffiti looking warehouse. Pausing just outside of the door, she fumbles in one of her many pockets producing a key to unlock the door. Pushing it in on squeaky hinges, she leads Teradore inside the darkness, slamming the door shut behind them and locking it in turn. Groping in the darkness for the light switch, she flicks it on illuminating the lower half of the warehouse, peppered with an assortment of equipment. A rock wall settled along one of the walls, a track and her own creation of obstacle courses.

Without a second glance in the direction of the equipment, she tugs Tetradore towards the stairs pausing just long enough to glower at the long flight, "Come on," she mutters darkly before staggering up the stairs, cursing every few steps under her breath. By the time they reach the top, she's leaning so heavily on the were King that he's practically holding her up. She's so exhausted that at this point, her head lolls onto his shoulder briefly as she tries to catch her breath. Straightening after a few moments, she glances at him quickly, "Sorry," she mumbles quietly before throwing the second door open and leading them into the lounge room.

"I need to sit down for a second," she pants as she staggers towards the couch, the blanket scattered across the sofa as she sinks down, another small grunt escaping her lips. "Thanks for the help," she says softly, her head reclining into the back of the couch. Vhalla keeps her eyes open, knowing full well she would fall asleep if she allowed herself, but she needed to get herself cleaned up and she was acutely aware she was going to have a hell of a time getting her suit off.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she gestures weakly with a hand an almost bitter look twisting her features briefly before she drops her hand and looks to Tetradore. "I need to get cleaned up but I owe you. Why don't you stick around for a few minutes I can get you a drink at the very least," she shrugs at him, caring not if he decided to stay or go. "If you decide to go though, will you at least help me up? I need to get out of my suit. My bedroom is just down the hall."

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered