[She comes out when she hears him, giving him a once over now that he's dressed. Not bad. They fit decently enough, and as she noted when she first saw him at the party, dark hues suit him pretty well. (Byronic hero and all that. Well. Not so much anymore.)]

They look good on you. Here. [She walks forward, holding out a couple of bandaids a bit awkwardly as she approaches. Also some cotton swabs and rubbing alcohol.]

Probably should have done this before you dressed, but if you need to go into the bathroom to clean up, too, feel free. Disinfect your wounds and all that.

[She really doesn't know what to think of Corvus. She doesn't believe for a minute that he's an actual bird man like he says; what is she, eight? (It'd be kind of cool, though.) But maybe she believes that he believes it.]

Are you going to need a ride home or anything?