There is a sigh of relief emitted from Vhalla's throat as she inspects him and doesn't note any mortal wounds. However, she's rather impressed with William that he wasn't slumped on the ground unconscious. As she lets her gentle fingers poke and prod his head wound, she continues to trail her touch across his cheek, though worry is prominent in her gut she doesn't allow the emotion to rise to her features. It's his response that has an airy laugh caressing his face, clearly he wasn't as bad as she initially thought if the man was still flirting with her. Grinning, she removes her fingers noting she accidently left a trail of blood on his face. Wiping the blood off of her right hand on the leg of her suit, she attempts to rub the blood from his face but only succeeds in smearing it.

Sighing, she gives a small shrug of her shoulders. At least it was dark. When she finally sees recognition in those eyes she could only assume that he had thought he was hallucinating. The assassin was certain the man had a concussion but if she knew anything about beings with extended life spans, they were hard to kill and healed much more quickly than a human did. Letting him gather his thoughts she patiently inspects him, letting her eyes trail his form for anymore wounds. Needless to say an icy rage still burned in the pit of her stomach and if she had, had more time she would have carved the bastard up and made him beg for forgiveness before she killed him. Perhaps she would pay the council a visit herself.

It is that thought that is forming in her mind along with a plan to wipe out the Hunters when William begins chanting her name as if a prayer. Letting her lips quirk up into a smile she tilts her head at him, "I'm here," she reassures the man having a difficult time keeping her hands off of him. "You're lucky you're not in a coma," she scolds lightly letting the conversation turn serious, "There's no way you don't have a concussion right now," she states as she watches him close his eyes and lean his head back against the wall. Tapping his cheek gently, "No sleeping, Will," she says sternly. When he opens his eyes again she lets him worry for a moment, noting the way he basically scoffed at the council about how they were never happy with him.

She supposed she had stayed off of the Council's radar for years, it wouldn't be long for them to put a target on her back for killing a member. Though, she wasn't particularly worried she hoped they would send them so she could take them a part piece by piece. As her thoughts darken Will's comments bring her back to the present and she laughs at his worrying. Steadying him as he nearly falls over again she quickly pulls one of his arms across his shoulders taking some of his weight. "William, you should not be worrying about me right now," she laughs lightly, "Anyways, I wouldn't mind having another run in with the council," her tone drops an octave, venom coating her words.

"Bastards," she hisses taking a step forward with Will. Cooling her rage, she turns her head slightly to glance up at Will, "I live close by, we can hide you there until you're feeling better but we have to walk there, we can't get a taxi without you bleeding all over the place," she grunts as she takes more of his weight but guides him out into the street. She's aware of the gash on his back bleeding again and she's certain the man is in pain. "With you stumbling like this we will just look like a drunk couple," she laughs as they move slowly down the sidewalk. It was sheer luck that they hadn't ran into anyone else on the street and by the time they reached her warehouse door, her body is slick with sweat.

Reaching out she fumbles with the lock, producing a key from somewhere on her body unlocking the multiple deadbolts across the door. Finishing she swings the door open and drags Will inside before shutting the door and wrenching the deadbolts home. The warehouse is dark but there are silhouettes of equipment on the main floor, an obvious design for Vhalla to keep in tip top shape. Completely disregarding the first floor she instead steers the Hunter towards the metal stair case and hauls him painfully slow up each step until the second floor is in view. Reaching out she flips on a switch revealing a rather modern and extravagant living area, void of any electronics. Helping him through the first room she takes him immediately to her bedroom, the bed unmade from the night before, and into the joint bathroom.

Removing his arm from her shoulders she helps him sit down on the steps of the deep bath. Heaving a breath, she wipes her forehead smearing more blood across her face, though it's clear she hardly cares at all. "It's a little late now but you can't tell anyone about this place," she pauses her eyes narrowing sternly, "ever. Now take off your shirt," she demands and though its necessary she can't help but feel a slight nervousness boiling in the pit of her stomach.