The demure Asian girl was hardly oblivious to the look of shame that seemed to mirror within the depths of his irises. Whatever happened tonight was something he was clearly struggling to face. It was a feeling she knew well. Chizue had, once, nearly killed someone and how it had haunted the young girl in the weeks after. She had tried everything to put him back the way he was, only fleeing from the comfort of her hometown once she was sure the teenager was well again. It had marked her, stained her with a sort of cautiousness for fear that, next time, she might not be able to make it better. To actually go through with such a murder, even accidental, well, Chizue doubted even she would have fared much better. Still, it was that mention of 'that woman' that caused her head to tilt ever so inquisitively to the side. "That..woman?" She inquired in an altogether delicate voice, watching as that anger within him flamed and fizzled in a mere matter of moments. How...peculiar. "I....I can go by myself...if you want..." The Asian girl commented softly, willing to make that trek with the hope that there might yet still be something she could do. Maybe the woman was still alive? Wouldn't that be nice? At the very least, she was not drawn to that blood in the same fashion he was.

Her thoughts, however, were momentarily derailed as she eyed the amount of blood that covered his features. It was, she was willing to admit, unlikely that his victim was alive if the crimson that tainted his hair and face was anything to go by. Still, she could tell just how emotionally drained he was as he trailed after her towards the bathroom. Her suggestion to shower seemed to be readily taken by the man as he begun to peel the clothing off of him, prompting a soft squeak from her lips as she so purposefully turned her gaze upwards, her cheeks flushing pink. Although Chizue had spent a night within his bed, it hadn't exactly been...her, so to speak. Those memories were blurred by the alcohol and the aura she had eaten that evening, the very sight of Malek's bare flesh, in result, was almost like the first time all over again. She watched bashfully as Malek paused before the mirror, staring at himself and the blood that had seeped into his very skin. Thankfully, he hardly hesitated for long, the invitation of the warm water apparently enough to prompt the man to wander, albeit in the same nearly lost fashion, into her shower.

Chizue was quick to take advantage of the moment, quickly picking up the clothing left on the floor only to immediately deposit it within her washer machine. A few quick turns of the dials was all that was necessary before the drum began to spill with cold water. It took some time longer to find some of Damon's own clothes, leftover within Isolt's room. Hopefully, the man wouldn't mind them being temporarily used, she'd even make a point to wash them before she returned them. Carefully, the girl opened the door of the bathroom, entirely aware that the facet had been turned off. What she didn't expect, however, was to find bits of hair all over her vanity and floors. For several moments Chizue simply stared at the mess upon the floor before her chocolate eyes turned upwards towards him and the mess left within his wake. That soft murmur upon his lips prompted a small breath from her lips, though she scarcely vocalized a complaint. "It's okay, why don't you sit down? I can fix it." She commented, reaching for those scissors as she placed the folded clothing on the vanity. "There's a razor in the shower...it's a women's razor but...you could shave with it if you'd like." Chizue offered, making every effort to assist the man rather than entertain his nonsensical ideas that she would deposit him on the streets in this state.