The man was clearly disoriented. The assassin knew he had hit his head hard but she hadn't realized just how hard. Watching him become rather delirious through the walk here, she can feel guilt pooling in her stomach, it would have been much easier to hail a cab to take to her place but she wasn't ready to let anyone else know where her home was. Sighing in slight relief at Will's promise, she trusts him enough even in his state that he wouldn't tell anyone about her personal getaway. When she tells him to take his shirt off she can't help but let a small grin tug at the corner of her lips offering a small shrug at him, "I don't believe this was ever going to be a proper courting, William," she laughs lightly.

The amusement dies on her face as she watches him struggle with his shirt. Pushing away her nerves she moves forward and helps him remove his shirt, careful to remove the blood soaked fabric that was now sticking to his skin. Helping him discard it on the floor, she moves around the back of him inspecting the deep gash along his back trying to ignore the now shirtless man in her bathroom. Moving back to his front, she reaches out a hand to steady him as she watches him sway precariously. He had lost far too much blood.

"Will, I need you-," she's interrupted by his hand gripping her wrist and weakly tugging her closer. Obliging him she settles before him, crouching so she's eye level with the hunter and her eyes widen in surprise as he leans forward to nuzzle against her neck. Feeling his warm breath on her skin, goosebumps rise on her arms as she sighs into his touch. Her eyes drifting close momentarily she feels the faint brush of his lips against hers. She truly did want to "ravish" Will, as he so put it, even though he was half dead and bleeding on her bathroom floor.

Returning the kiss delicately, she pulls away as brief concern flickers across her eyes. Reaching up to push her hair, that had fallen out of her braid, out of her face, she briefly touches the split wound she has on her cheek. Wincing, she had nearly forgotten she had taken a blow to the face. She was certain there was already a bruise forming across the right side of her face. Careful not to touch it again, she continues to push her hair behind her ear as she grasps Will's hand. His skin felt clammy and cold to the touch, she would have to get him bandage up as soon as possible.

When he begins complimenting her again she can't help but laugh airily, "Perhaps I should rescue you more often, you're rather needy and affectionate when you're wounded. I rather like it," she grins running a thumb over the back of his hand in a soothing motion. Letting his forehead drop to lean on her shoulder, she releases his hand and wraps an arm around his shoulder to help take some of his weight, careful not to touch the wound on his back. "Don't apologize, Will. It's just blood," she shrugs and lets him relax against her for a few moments more. Gently pushing him back up into a sitting position, she rises to her feet and steadies him before she steps away.

"I need to go get my supplies in the other room, I'll be right back," she assures him and exits the bathroom and moving to the vanity against the wall, though most women would use it to store make-up and hair product, hers was littered with medical supplies, potions, poisons, hand held weapons and the like. Quickly snatching up the proper supplies, she balances it in one arm as she moves to the dresser and snags the rubbing alcohol from the top. Returning to the bathroom she drops the supplies on the floor before quickly snagging several hand towels from the counter and settling next to Will on the step next to him.

Turning the bath spigots on, she cranks the water up to as hot as it could go, soaking the towels. Reaching out she begins to dab at the blood surrounding the wound, careful to not touch the wound itself, "If you wanted to see me so bad perhaps we should have scheduled our next meeting earlier than Saturday," she smiles to herself hoping to distract the Hunter from the pain she was surely inflicting on him. Knowing he couldn't see her, she lets her gaze travel the length of his back enjoying the rippling muscles beneath his skin and noting the scars that are littered across his back.

They were familiar only because he had showed them to her before but they still took her aback. Dropping the now bloody towels she retrieves the rubbing alcohol and removes the cap, "This is going to hurt, Will," she warns him gripping his shoulder tightly and without forewarning him, she pours the alcohol across his wound to burn out any infection. Letting his body settle after taking the alcohol, she quickly reaches for the gauze and medical strips, placing it gently across the open wound, she begins to tape him up. The gash is awkward and runs the length of his back so she has to reach around his front, rolling the tape across his chest.

Unintentionally, she lets her fingers trace his lean chest, lingering before she finishes the bandage. Dropping the supplies to the ground, she dries him off with a clean towel, satisfied with her work she uncurls into a stand and grasps Will's hand, helping him to his feet. "I was 14 the first time he whipped me," she comments as she slings his arm across her shoulders again. Her mind is bright with the wounds across his back and she can't help but offer a little bit about herself. As she moves back to the bedroom at a painfully slow walk she avoids his gaze, "I helped a girl, about my age at the time, escape. My master was going to make me kill her, he made me hold her down and force her to watch as he slaughtered her parents." Her voice trails off by the time she reaches the unmade bed.

Turning, she helps settle him down amongst the blankets, not allowing him to lay down yet. "I don't know what you see when you look at me, but you should see a monster."