Diplomatic Prisoner.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

Diplomatic Prisoner, huh. Having arrived once again to what had once been her home, the homecoming hadn't been quite what she had hoped for when she had first travelled out to Yukigakure. The girl had carried the expectations of maintaining a bond between the villages. Willingly she had become subject to changing politics, and had struggled through all of it. Right until the Yukikage had imprisoned her in the icy cells below the village. Upon her release from the dungeons, she had been requested to undertake an extremely dangerous mission to assassinate the Hokage. A mission that, if it was found out she was formerly Amegakure shinobi, would've caused everyone a great deal of misery. That is why she had rebelled against Yukigakure, and taken many Yuki-shinobi lives. Still, Amegakure had seen the attest to her crimes, and she was considered an enemy of the village she had tried to protect. How very ironic...

The girls arms were chained on her back, and two ANBU had a solid grip on her shoulders. They were escorting her through the village, clearly heading for the Amegakure prison. The eyes of the village were upon her. The mothers were pulling their children away, as if she was going to turn into some kind of demon and devour them whole. Few knew her name, had known where she had lived when she was still considered an Amegakure shinobi. Lowering her head and letting the dark red hair fall in front of her face, she didn't want to see them. The girl had sacrificed everything she had to protect these people, and now they were condemning her. They didn't know the truth behind everything. Noone did, not after the former Amekage had been killed. It was a setup. The girl had been framed for things she hadn't done...

Arriving besides the prison, she was placed into the holding area for diplomats. It was a tower, without bars and without windows. A place with only one exit. From there, the girl wouldn't be allowed to leave without someone competent following her around. Even so, they still did not return to her her equipment, nor did they remove the shackles that bound her hands on her back. They were afraid of what she could do, and rightly so. As with any other diplmatic prisoner, she could have the occasional visitor. As long as she allowed them in, and the guards saw reason for them being there.

[// One]

The light rain drizzling through dark clouds had many under cover, the interest of the intruder high for such a delicate event. Rumour had spread fast and out of control, people lined the streets to watch a lone Shinobi handled through the crowds. Flanked and out numbered in many ways, many people viewed with ignorance the crimes she was questioned for. Kenshin maintained distance, watching and ever observing, his absence wasn't due to rumour or games but rather simply down to the protection of the village. His eyes watched the darkened hair of Yoshinee, he hadn't seen the Shinobi for over half a decade and even then knew very little of her. He knew that she had been a part of the village however, and that she had made way to Yukigakure. The exact details weren't clear however, nor the secrets behind it all. His hand tightened on the hilt of his katana, the blade resting in a sheath upon his left hip, a slight frown upon his features. It wasn't hard to deduct their path and destination, something didn't feel right. He wasn't sure what was bothering him but he was intending to find out. He parted the wet streets, heading directly for the prison.

Kenshin stalked through the prison, he was trying to find the exact details of transfer for Yoshinee. Eventually coming across orders of her arrest, she was to be detained and moved to a secluded tower as a diplomatic prisoner and restrained from most interaction. He noted the location of the tower, disappearing from the prison to make way there. He arrived after she had been set within, two guards at the exterior protecting the only path into and out of the room. Kenshin approached the guards and waved them off, his rank in the AnBu surpassing the requirements to enter at will. He had reason to be there anyway, if people wanted answers than he would be able to provide them for the Amekage and anyone else who deemed themselves important enough to get involved. A hand rose to his hand and pulled it free, his hair falling around his face and framing his features, the black lengths reaching his shoulders. White eyes piercing from behind thick locks of hair. The hat dissolved into the paper sheets it had originally been designed from, the sheets sinking into his coat, overall his clothing consisted of 7,000 sheets of paper. Every piece of his clothing produced by a paper technique he knew.

His hand lifted and pressed against the door but halted, after a second he pulled it back, his fingers curling into a fist before knocking at the door gently. A moment passed and he proceeded to place his hand back on the door, pushing it inwards and allowing himself in. Closing it behind, he stepped into the interior of the prison. Yoshinee before him. At first he just stood there, silent and watchful, but then a hand rose palm down. Beneath it a deck of cards pulled free from his deck holster, three other decks occupy the other slots. The cards shuffled in the air for a moment, twirling and twisting through themselves before coming together to form a neat deck again. After a moment they spread through the air in a line, the face of the cards hidden from her sight. "Choose one."

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

The girl had sat herself down on the couch in the room. It was purple, elegant design and comfortable enough as it was. Diplomatic prisoners were, fortunately for her sake, treated slightly better than if she had gone to the prison. In there, mostly everything was made of stone. In there, the guards would've been capable of treating her differently. Let alone what some of the other prisoners could've done to a petite girl as her. The thought alone made her shudder. As a diplomatic prisoner, it was the ANBU who were in charge of her. As far as she knew, it meant that as long as she behaved, she would be left mostly alone to her own devices. The only bothersome thing was that her hands were still shackled. Though, if she had been in charge of her captivity, she would've probably shackled the legs too. Raising her legs up, she soon found herself lying on the couch, as comfortably as she was going to get. From what she had gathered from the talks with Emi at the Amegakure gates, the one suggested to be the next Amekage wasn't even close to the village. It looked like she'd be spending quite some time in this isolated tower.

Tilting her head to the side when something touched the knob to the room, the crimson eyes were inspecting the newcomer intently as he entered. On this side of the iron door, there was no knob, meaning he had to request being let out again, once such a need arose. Slowly sitting up properly, she tried to shake the wet hair out of her face so that she could see properly. Yoshi was a mess. The clothes were torn and muddy, bearing easy marks of several days if not weeks of living out in the open. The hair had grown long and wild. Even so, the girls eyes and features were that of a survivor...

"Judge, jury or executioner?"

Yoshi questioned lowly, as she nodded her head towards one of the cards to make a choice. Since her hands were shackled, she obviously had no better way to indicate which card she'd like to pick.

[// One]

His eyes watched the girl intently as she arose from the couch and made her way over. A slight nod indicating her choice from the entire deck. He pulled the rest of the cards back into a deck and left the chosen card free. The deck withdrew to it's holster on his belt, piling into the small compartment. The paper master plucked the card from the air and observed it, a smirk crossing his features as he slipped it up his sleeve. "Good." he muttered to himself, his attention elsewhere for a moment. His arms crossed across his chest.

The question asked earlier had gone temporarily ignored until he could finally maintain eye contact with her, his white orbs focusing on her pupils as if to interrogate her with sight alone. "All three, just not today." He spoke, his voice flat and serious. His eyes dropped to the shackles around her wrists, a diplomatic prisoner. A prisoner. The title echoed in his mind when his eyes fell on her. It didn't feel right. His arms broke the cross formed over his chest and one reached forward, beckoning her to raise her wrists for him to inspect. Meanwhile his eyes sought to find hers again, this time she would find them a bit lighter and warmer. "So, tell me." He asked, his voice light and inquisitive.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

Nonchalantly, after having picked her card, he gestured to see the shackles. Without much objection, the girl turned around and showed him her back. The shackles were thick around her wrists, with a short chain between them, meaning she couldn't really show them to him while having her front facing him. Not that she really cared. This here situation was exactly what she had expected. Attempting to blow her hair away from her own face, she merely smirked to herself. This might aswell have been a game, because no matter what she said, it wasn't like it was going to make a difference. Wheter he believed in the actual story or not, didn't matter...

"Tell you what? That I am innocent and am being framed, that you need to help me?.. Or that I am pleading guilty and want my miserable existance ended for the betterment of the world?.."

A hearty chuckle left the girls lips as she shook her head from side to side, clearly amused by the fact that he was there to talk to her, despite knowing that it was going to be completely fruitless. Regardless, the girl decided to share a little something.

"Politics in our world are the cancer that spreads to our systems. We betray our loved ones when ordered to. We betray our hearts when ordered to. We get enslaved in our home country, branded as a traitor, when we try to protect it.. but tell me, what did you come here for? What is it you want from me?"

[// One]

His head bobbed around as he inspected the shackles, standard issue with no real addition. Easy enough. His hands came together to form a set of seals, one after another until the string was complete. Sheets of paper flowed from his cloak and into the technique. Before him a set of wrist bands formed, the paper sheets molding together to form the structure before completing and turning to a natural material. The wrist bands formed in the air, floating under the control of his paper manipulation. "Mind if I put these on you?" He asked, unsure if the shinobi before him understood his plan.

He contemplated her response while he worked on the shackles until he could determine a suitable response, his attention sparse between the two points of focus at the time. "You don't believe your death will come to benefit this world." He replied as a fact. He listened to her small rant and let out a chuckle himself. "I'm here to have a chat. The people around here are always miserable. I assume it's the weather." He replied, half sarcastically.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

"Of course I do not. If I thought I was better off dead, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I'm resourceful enough. I just hope my hardships here won't end with my goals unrealised." Without addressing the fact of wheter it was suspect or not that he was attempting to add more security, or whatever else it was doing, she merely remained in position, allowing him to do as he pleased. If he had wanted to harm her, she wouldn't be in much of a position to stop him. A trained and prepared shinobi, versus an exhausted and shackled one. The winner should be obvious by miles. Sighing softly, she kept looking forward. This really was an awkward first meeting.

"I'm not sure if its appropriate for me to ask, but, I would really like to have a shower eventually." The girl then said in a calm and collected tone. The girls hair was a mess. The girls clothes drenched in water and mud. It was obvious why she would request such a thing. "I don't even care if you perverts have to watch."

[// One]

With confirmation to add to her accessories, he adjusted the bands and wrapped them around her wrists. With the paper wrist bands secured, he pulled forth a set of keys and unlocked the shackles, removing them from her wrists and giving her a bit more freedom with her movements. He tossed them towards the door and stepped back. "Unlikely they will. You can understand the position of the council here, no? I mean no disrespect but it appears as though you're unstable." He mentioned, crossing his arms over his chest again. "Truth or not, there are a lot of lives at stake and it's not terribly easy to base that on the word of the one in question." He added, he felt bad for the girl. The position she was put in difficult, if true, and hard to prove.

He winced at the pervert comment, a smirk crossing his features after. "In a world of politics, war and traitors, the last thing on my mind is to watch a prisoner strip." He chuckled softly. "I'll see what I can do." He finally relented. He was hoping to get more from her though, she was giving up the basics but nothing too deep. "You don't remember me, do you? He asked randomly, unaware if she knew who he was at all.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

"..You're Kenny, aren't you?" The girl said in a soft tone, as things were starting to progress along slightly. It wasn't like the girl could remember all too well. At the time of living in Amegakure, she had only been ten. Yet, the generation of those she and her fellow classmates had been looking up to, had had a face much reminding of the person in front of her. It meant that he was likely six or so years older. Stretching her arms, the girl seemed very content with being able to move around as she pleased again. The paper bracers were likely some sort of security mechanism if she was to get up to anything funny. Not that she was. Using her fingers to brush the hair out of her face and to the side, as she took a few steps ahead, it was a whole other girl that looked back at him now. All it took was a bit of dignity, and her pressence in the room had vastly increased. It was like looking at a storm in a glass of water, waiting to be released. Placing her elbow onto the side of the couch, she promptly propped her head into her own palm. The scarlet crimson eyes were piercing into his soul...

"They didn't check anything on you outside to let you into my room. This means one of three things. Either you're involved in politics - which considering your usage of ninja arts is highly unlikely.. Otherwise you're involved with the village elders, unrelated to miss Mitsukai, here to see if I am a threat and eliminate me if I was a problem to the village. The elders however, with the death of Lady Mitsukai, have more important things to worry about than how long I rot in their prison...

...Last option is that you've got authority over the ANBU, or that you're a member yourself. Serving the former Amekages, you'd be one of the highest authorities in the village currently. In either case, I think I shall speak.I can only gain from more people hearing what I have to say.

Ask, then. What is it you wish to know?"

[// One]

He nodded, confirming her guess. He had known her all the years ago before she left, albeit not well, but enough that he could recognize her upon her entrance back into the village. His association with Eidetic Memory was no doubt in play here, helping him call on minor events year and years before. He viewed her over as he stood before her, she had grown and wasn't the same as he'd remembered. Minor details, mostly growth, accompanied her now. She was definitely holding herself higher, despite the worn look she currently carried.

It was when she was freed that she showed it most, stretching briefly before planting herself back onto the couch, chin in palm. She let forth with her current thoughts, explaining each linking theory to the next until she came to her current theory. Kenshin smiled. "Could I tell you if I was in any case? You know I hold enough power to get in here and talk to you at my will, and enough to do so unchecked." He replied, letting her ponder over and come to her own conclusion.

It was then that she granted him permission to ask of her what he desired. He never intended to ask directly, but indirectly observe and find his answers in her body language rather than the words she used. Her suspicions were high enough that it didn't matter anymore, she would be guarded regardless of how he approached her. "Why leave in the first place?" He questioned, he knew her reasons for going to Yuki. Why did she leave though, that was the real question.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

Looking at his eyes, the girl was feeling more comfortable by the fact that he was sharing in the other direction. It meant he was showing interest. Showing interest meant that there was something about him that cared. If he cared, there was at least a small chance that she would be offered some justice.

"When I was ten, I would've killed myself for the village if the Amekage had demanded it. I was innocent and gullible. At first, I didn't feel safe in Yukigakure either.. but when I gained my headband, the whispers of fear and disgust turned into that of interest and pondering. When I achieved Chuunin, they were cheering as loud for me as they were for any of their own. Yukigakure was a good place, and a nation we could be proud to have been allies with." The girl said with a bright smile on her lips, before it clearly faded and died.

"..It was when the Yukikage changed, that things turned for the worse. Deception, backstabbing, secret political agendas. I spent six months sitting in an icecube, barely dressed, barely sleeping, barely eating. I was told Amegakure had left me behind. That noone cared about me. That I was a traitor to everyone, and that I had lost my home. When they thought I was broken, they trained me in the arts of the ANBU. They sent me on a suicide mission. To kill the Hokage. They took my Yukigakure headband, but let me keep my Amegakure one. I am sure they expected me to die, an insurgent from Ame, so that Konoha would wage war against you."

Slowly getting to her feet, she let out a soft sigh. The tension within her had died down quite a bit as she followed him. Getting a shower would be incredibly nice...

[// One]

"People are manipulative to the core, survival is a core instinct and many utilize many skills to achieve it. In the case of rumors, not always related to survival but the misinterpretation of the truth is common for simple minds. Besides, I feel I was in the best position to come and talk to you, having known you 6 years ago, and you me. I can attest to a lot that others are incapable of." He explained, expending a bit more to the girl than he anticipated, but finding himself comfortable enough to do so. He knew the exchange was a two way street, but unlike the rest of the crew manning the hallways and filling the streets, he wasn't so quick to condemn someone to death.

"I can see the appeal. I personally would decline, I'd never feel safe. I have trouble trusting people as is, let alone being put in a position that implies a lack of trust for the person involved." He replied, he turned to head to the door, he reached the doorway and turned to her. "I'm sorry you were put in the position." He finished, just as he turned to walk out the door and leave her, he turned back to face her a final time. "That shower, are you coming?" He asked.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

Looking at his eyes, the girl was feeling more comfortable by the fact that he was sharing in the other direction. It meant he was showing interest. Showing interest meant that there was something about him that cared. If he cared, there was at least a small chance that she would be offered some justice.

"When I was ten, I would've killed myself for the village if the Amekage had demanded it. I was innocent and gullible. At first, I didn't feel safe in Yukigakure either.. but when I gained my headband, the whispers of fear and disgust turned into that of interest and pondering. When I achieved Chuunin, they were cheering as loud for me as they were for any of their own. Yukigakure was a good place, and a nation we could be proud to have been allies with." The girl said with a bright smile on her lips, before it clearly faded and died.

"..It was when the Yukikage changed, that things turned for the worse. Deception, backstabbing, secret political agendas. I spent six months sitting in an icecube, barely dressed, barely sleeping, barely eating. I was told Amegakure had left me behind. That noone cared about me. That I was a traitor to everyone, and that I had lost my home. When they thought I was broken, they trained me in the arts of the ANBU. They sent me on a suicide mission. To kill the Hokage. They took my Yukigakure headband, but let me keep my Amegakure one. I am sure they expected me to die, an insurgent from Ame, so that Konoha would wage war against you."

Slowly getting to her feet, she let out a soft sigh. The tension within her had died down quite a bit as she followed him. Getting a shower would be incredibly nice...

[// One]

He halted conversation as they left the room, the two AnBu outside ignoring his presence and they would likely ignore the woman accompanying him. He knew the limits of what they could and couldn't do. He led her away and towards a more private sector, a bathing area for ordinary prisoners. The chamber was large and open, the showers exposed. The only privacy was provided in the fact that the room was separated and covered, and also in that right at the moment, they were the only two there and could continue their conversation. He stood at the entrance and motioned for her to follow through if she wished to do so.

"So you came back purely because the Kage changed?" He asked, but he followed on shortly after. "There are no records of this? No continued interaction between yourself and Ame after you left for Yuki? If it was sanctioned I would have thought there'd be some proof." He queried further, curious to see how she would respond to his questions.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

Following Kenny towards the showering area, the girl went ahead and stepped inside, getting around the corner where he couldn't see her and started to undress herself. It was very limited privacy, but it wasn't what bothered her. As a shinobi, she wasn't caring if anyone saw her naked or the like. Though, she had only recently had her first sexual experience with someone else. Rena, what would she be doing about now?.. Shaking her head, she started replying, figuring that as long as he could hear her voice, he wouldn't have to rush in. Besides, there was only one exit to the shower.

"It doesn't surprise me that there's no indication. Aside from you remembering that I once lived in the village, all information about me here is gone. Conveniently timed with the assassination of lady Mitsukai. I can only assume someone is trying to frame me even further, but it is beyond my power to change. While I remain locked up, someone is preparing to have me executed for crimes I did not commit."

Clearing her throat, she turned on the water of the shower, stepping in under the warmth with a pleased sigh. How she had longed to have a proper shower. How she had longed for some personal hygene..

"Besides, I think you misunderstand. I would've returned to Amegakure immediately after being set free from the prison, but circumstances disallowed me to. I kept sending letters and information, but I never recieved word back... When I escaped Yukigakure, there was a group of merchants being attacked by bandits. I failed to save their lives. They were carrying a scroll, detailing the creation of a weapon for Yukigakure through some old rituals. Everything considered, I couldn't let Yukigakure claim more power to use against everyone else." Explaining herself as clearly as she could, it was obvious that she didn't mind sharing. Speaking about it casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, they were reaching a turning point.

"...The weapon turned out to be a curse. A curse which has been placed onto me. I did not dare approach Amegakure if this curse would prove to be something intended to annihilate the village. It was lady Mitsukai herself who ordered me to return, despite the risks involved...


...Have you got any soap?"

[// One]

The Kamyuja remained stationed at the door, his back turned to her to give her what little privacy he could while she did her thing. Internally his minds eye was tracking her anyway, the extended distance of 200 meters keeping track of her in the entire structure, let alone just the shower block. He listened to her theories and while it sounded convenient for her, it wasn't implausible. The world of the shinobi involved countless tactics to get an advantage, manipulation of people high and common on that list.

If someone was tampering with records and had intercepted with all communication between Yoshinee and Amegakure than he wasn't the only one who knew she was involved with both villages initially as part of a deal. To fix this, and bring truth to the surface, that person would need to confess or evidence found. It was nearly her only hope at this stage. He needed to speak to the new Kage as soon as he could if he had decided to even help her.

"So you kept your distance for the betterment of both Amegakure and to further suppress Yukigakure?" He concluded, a logic step especially when you're alone and fighting a war that shouldn't be fought in the first place. If a lot of what was being said was true, then Yukigakure was a greater threat than he personally anticipated. The curse was a new addition, there were rumours that he knew of but it didn't contain enough information for him to grasp a true understanding of what she was talking about.

"A curse? I'm not sure I'm following." He replied after she finished explaining. He turned and moved to a locked compartment nearby and pulled free some soap. Walking into the shower block he made his way to her, his eyes remaining on her face and not her body. He held out the soap.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

Accepting the soap from him, she started soaping herself up. The scent was intoxicating compared to blood, mud and sweat. Sighing softly, it was clear she was enjoying washing herself. It was like getting rid of a ton of filth and weight that had been needlessly dumped onto her shoulders. The question was left hanging in the air for a moment, before she turned to look at him properly. Somewhat covering herself with her arms, she dragged the skin of her chest as much out into the open as possible without stripping, revealing da delicate dark mark on her skin.

"This is a cursed seal. I don't know much of what it can do. Occasionally it sparks, and my chakra goes berserk. Chakra much stronger than anything else I have ever encountered. Its intoxicating, and I... lose control."

With that said, she returned to washing the soap off, before turning off the water and wrapping herself into a towel. Stepping out of the shower, she had basically dumped her dirty clothes into the trash bin. It was way too used, way too worn, and it smelled horrible. Even if she had to walk around in her captivity only wearing a towel, that would be better than the alternative. Humming lowly to herself, clearly in a good mood, she was heading back towards her little prestine tower.

"Saiyuki-san said that he had seen something like it before. He convinced me that I wasn't in fact a ticking bomb. A little bit of good news admist all the bad.. Though, unless I managed to find or convince others of the truth, I'll be dead in a few weeks, my head placed on a spike...

...If you were me, and you knew you were innocent of your charges, what would you do?"

[// One]

The curse she described was definitely interesting, if it was a weapon then it was capable of more than what it looked like. She moved around to show him, trying her best to cover up at the same time. He inspected the marking but didn't know enough. He would keep the symbol in his head, and everything she mentioned wouldn't easily be forgotten. He would need to do some study on the mark, find out what exactly it was capable of. After inspecting her for a few moments he turned to leave her to her cleaning again.

He waited at the entrance to the shower until she started towards him in a towel, it hadn't surprised him but he should be able to arrange some basic clothes for her. He took lead and headed back to the tower. He listened to her further explanation and what shared knowledge she had, mentioning a name he didn't recognize.

"Exactly what you seem to have done. Come back here." He answered honestly. It was a difficult position to be put in, and wasn't made easier by the circumstances surrounding it all. They made it to the entrance of the tower, to which he remained outside and let her in first before following. There was another matter he needed to tend to. "Are you hurt? He quizzed, he'd noticed a rough look to her with the bruises and cuts but hadn't noticed anything too detrimental.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 214

TAGGED: LYNX

TAGGED: LYNX

The crimson eyes were watching him calmly, tiredly, as he made his way closer. The girl, probably surprisingly, pulled away from his gesture, protecting herself further, as if the cuts into her wrist were very dear to her. Letting out a soft sigh, it was as if she knew that what she was doing was wrong, but there was something that she needed to hold onto. There was something that was keeping her from going completely insane throughout all of this. So much suffering, so many attempts at breaking her, yet still she was functioning. It was all thanks to a few things. A few things that could keep her going throughout everything.

"Have you ever wondered if you stopped being human?.. Have you ever feared feeling nothing?.. I like the pain. It reminds me that I am still alive. It reminds me that I am still human. Please don't take it away from me."

It wasn't that she was being hostile, but it seemed that it would hurt her more to treat her wounds, than if she was allowed to keep them. The one was a potential scar on her body. The other was a potential scar to her mentality.

[// One]

It seemed she was slowly shutting down, perhaps wanting him to leave her company so she could get some rest. Obviously she had been through a lot, and now was the perfect time to rest, and he didn't know how long it had been since she felt comfortable enough to do so. He gently took her wrists when she showed him, and he examined them but before he could do anything about it she pulled away and curled up. The marks were deep, and while not bleeding any longer, they were exposed and vulnerable. "Let me heal you, there's no need for further discomfort or pain." He pleaded quietly.

Kenshin made his way to the door suddenly, opening them and passing a quick message to the AnBu outside the room.He then settled in a chair nearby, waiting for her answer. If she agreed then he would scoot closer so he could tend to her wrists. He had made up his mind regarding her, it was just a matter of passing that opinion on to the appropriate authorities. For now he was content trying to make her stay a bit more comfortable and make sure she didn't feel entirely alone.

While he was a hunter, and capable of great harm. He was also a medical practitioner, he felt obligated to treat people a certain way, and deep down he was a caring kind soul. If she was condemned to die, he was hoping to convince her subconsciously that she wasn't alone and that there was someone out there who wouldn't turn his back on her for doing her duties.