From One to Another

It wasn't as if Slade had a soft spot for wounded damsels, or as though he found no honor in murdering an enemy while they were down.
He simply made a promise that he would not let his cursed jaws touch a single hair upon her body. If she hadn't have been so rude when his questions were posed, he would have considered asking the shadow queen to spare a few Herbs to heal her, however, she had lost the chance.

Slade walked over, and stood over her. Staying there, it was an obvious offer of his shoulder to her, a bit of assistance for her to lean upon him.
In the dark baritones he held as his voice, he spoke softly to her,

"Come, I will escort you home, and guard you from any and all who may bring you harm. Then, once you step past your borders, I will await your return. We will finish our little 'dance' later."

Still standing there, Slade realized that she had previously said she could not stand.

"If you are unable to move, I will redirect you to an abandond den , and bring you a bit of food. No harm will trespass, for you are not on pack lands. While you rest, I will give your leader word of you under my care, to entrust they do not take your dissapearance as a kidnapping. "

Looking down at the stone and ruby layered fae, he concluded.

"The choice is yours, girl."