Brandishing her sword to her side, flicking the blood free of the blade and speckling the wall, she answered cooly, her voiceblow and gravely," He also demands we protect those unable to protect themselves, that we work in the Light under His watchful gaze," she points her sword directly at the man, hazel grey eyes narrowed critically.

" You yourself have violated these tenants, but I allow you a chance to retreat. Do so now or the opportunity will not arose again," she promises, 

The man grits his teeth in anger, turning tail and walking off. "Don't spout your empty rhetoric at me, heathen, I know the teachings of God, and they do not apply to those that abandon the Light. He will bring punishment on you himself for your actions today, mark my words." The figure disappears into an alleyway with that, hastening away to the unknown. 

Aven sighed relief, wincing as the adrenaline fades and pain shoots through his shoulder. The meager shadow of the stall was paltry, and even darkening it with magic, the sun was far too bright for the wound to heal very quickly. He breathes slowly and methodically, gripping the wound shut to try and speed the process and retain as much blood as he was able. A trickle of pitch black fluid leaked out between his fingers, steadily soaking into Hakon's cloak. He glanced up at his savior. "Thank you for saving me, Miss Kilandre… I'm sorry about your cloak, I'm afraid it's a bit sodden now." His memory flashed back in an instant, a grotesque scene playing before him: a terrifying creature of twisted flesh and primal rage loomed over him, his tendrils barely holding the beast at bay. An excruciating pain tears from his shoulder, but before it could consume him, a figure clad in plate barrels on that same six legged steed to knock the creature off him, but before his eyes could pan to the figure's face, his vision blacked out. He grasped at the memory in a futile effort to identify the rider. He needed to know! Who was this person from his past?

Hakon stood defensively for a long moment, taking a deep breath before slowly relaxing as the man disappeared. Her shoulders were the first to iwther before the rest of her body followed suite- each muscle uncoiling from instinctive battle form, she felt as if she had taken on such a stance a hundred thousand times before, in far more dire situations. Alas, she could never recall truly being in a life and death struggle before this…  

shaking her head, she turns back to Aven, offering a tiny smile before noting the splotch forming upon her cloak- slowly she shook her head- slinging the great shield over her back and sheathing the large sword, quickly moving to grasp his wounded shoulder, instinctively murmuring the spell- a minor numbing sensation would spread over the wound,  the bleeding would slowly tickle to a stop. She blinks- not having known she could do something like that but feeling quite drained nonetheless," Hakon is fine," she speaks quickly, looking away and releasing his shoulder," We should leave this city," 

she spoke quickly, unsure why she didn't want to look at him, perhaps fearing what else she would see, remember.

Aven gasped in pain as the holy magic disintegrates the blood and flesh, his teeth gritted tight. Shit… I never told her that holy magic had the opposite effect on me! He didn't say anything about it to Hakon, though: he didn't want her to think she'd hurt him, perhaps he could pretend the wound was more serious than it appeared. "Leave the city…huh?" His eyes instictively shut, the black blood beginning to flow out of the absent flesh. He needed to get into a building, out of natural light if he wanted to heal that wound. "Could we go… inside for a bit… first?" He panted between breaths, laboring to speak normally, though it was to no avail. He'd already lost too much blood to succeed in such an endeavor. 

Hakon notices his already paling face paling further, instantly kneeling before him eyes widening as she grips his arms," Aven- are you alright?" Stupid question. He was anything but. She carefully pulled the hood of the cloak over his face again, ensuring it would shade his face as she nods and wraps her arms around him, quickly helping him to his feet, looking around rather frantically for a place she could at the least hide him.

Aven struggled to his feet with Hakon's help, breathing heavier still. If the wound wasn't sealed within a few minutes, he would likely bleed to death. A small trickle of blood ran from the corner of his lips as he  pointed to a nearby inn, his vision slowly becoming blurry to the point he couldn't read the name of the establishment, only make out the universal symbol for an inn. "There…" 
He hadn't the breath to voice his thoughts, but he couldn't help but wonder why Hakon was so bent on helping him. Were it not for her, he'd had perished right then and there by that zealot's blade. Out of nowhere, he remembered that random trinket he'd had when he woke up, feeling his pocket for the small piece of jewelry. When he first woke up, he'd been clutching a ring bearing the visage of a bird of some sort, the metal so tightly held that it'd actually left temporary  indentations in his skin for a time after. Why did he think of that now, of all times?

She scooped him up easily, almost like a knight would a princess but in this case, it would be a knight carrying a dark mage. How edgy and romantic! Hakon moved at a quick jog toward the inn, shoving through the flow of traffic, staggering slightly as she was bumped around but eventually breaking into the tavern.

They received strange looks as they entered, the inn keeper coming around the bar to confront the pair immediately," Listen here…"

" I need a room," she snaps immediately," I have coin-"

" Wo-woah there Miss- wha… What kind of room?"

" a good one. Hurry, show me!"

" R-right this way!"

Aven was quite heavy for his size, in fact, remarkably so. However, it was still no issue for Hakon, who whisked him off his feet and to the tavern with little effort. Despite his paling skin and rapid loss of blood, a small red tinge graced his cheeks. She looked so incredibly heroic from that angle, but beautiful at the same time. It was nearly enough to make a man fall for her.. 

Hakon procured a room with only a few forceful comments, ignoring the strange looks they'd garnered by entering so brashly into the inn. The innkeeper led them up the stairs, directing them to a door at the end of the hallway, handing Hakon the key, and requesting that she be back down to pay for the room post haste, but leaving them directly after in a bit of a huff, murmuring something about "young people". 

The key opened the door just fine, but the room was something else: there were cherry red drapes over the windows, candles galore, and a very spacious, luxurious bed with silky red sheets. There was even a carpet in the suite! Aven had lost far too much blood to register anything that was happening at this point, though luckily, the drapes over the windows blocked a very generous amount of light, and the candles were mostly sniffed out for the time being. As the door closed behind them, his wounds slowly began to knit themselves together, coaxing a relieved sigh from him. He would live.

Hakon paused at the door of the room after shutting the dark wooden panel with her back, she was briefly taken aback by all this. It seemed like a place for a ritual or something rather… Ahem. Primal- to take place. Shaking her head, she strode across the room, carefully rolling him onto the bed. She leaned over him, narrowing her eyes in the darkness as she carefully unclasped the cloak, her hands moving carefully to his shoulder- so much blood.

her brow furrowed with worry and concern- slowly sinking to settle upon the edge of the bed beside him. She vaguely recollected another memory, sitting upon a bed, darkness and night surrounding them. Looking down at a young man, murmuring something to him, standing and drawing saber to fight something just beyond the door for the sake of her companion. Who was he? Who was he?! Why couldn't she REMEMBER?!

she frowned but closed her eyes, placing a hand against her forehead- she felt… Exhausted, her temple throbbed. She didn't like this…

The barest tinge of color gradually returned to Aven's skin, and as new blood was rapidly produce and delivered to his brain, his cheek light up past their normal hue. This… this is a lover's suite!? From within his chest, Aven's heart began to beat faster and faster,  his thought falling once again to that eagle ring. His hand strayed to his pocket, emerging with it absentmindedly, staring at it, a memory clawing desperately though the fog to be remembered, but in vain. He could not remember what that ring was for, why he couldn't bear to part with it.

Aven glanced up at Hakon, whose hand  was rested gently against his chest, almost caressing the wounded area. He couldn't help but admire her beauty in the instance, now that the danger had past, completed f the flush of color to his face. "Th-thank you, Hakon. I owe you my life…"