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It was supposed to be simple. Some little rat, all holed up in a hotel room, no guards, perfect. Middle of the night, not a sound of a scuffle, no evidence to be left behind, easy peasy.

Or rather it should have been.

No one had told her that the target was one of her brother's ex-assassins. No one had told her she had been expected, that he'd fight back. With the deed done, she had managed to flee with her injuries, running across the rooftops as the sharp pain in her leg threatened to compromise her safe return. It wasn't until she fell, right into the open street, and landed further on the metal protruding through her boot that she had to give in to limping, blood spilling in small drops on to the dusty street.

Catherine finally collapsed in the small alleyway against the cold stone wall, breathing heavily. Well. Tonight was going just fantastically, wasn't it? She was going to die, or be caught, and she wasn't exactly sure which one would do her better.

There was a deep growl from the hound as his gold eyes trained immediately on the two as they approached his summoner. He was ready to lash out, to protect, to keep whatever harm that was to come to her away. He shut up a little as a hand stroked over his head, the assassin breathing quietly as she kept her eyes on Adin.

Her other hand hesitated at her thigh, reaching quickly for a dagger, though she didn't draw it, not yet. Sharp green eyes were kept on his the entire time, letting her hound instead meet Izsi's eyes. However, despite her calm and stiff demeanor, it was clear she was the one who had left the blood trail, a small puddle forming under her leg, and her leather outfit shining from the crimson liquid.

"Don't. Say. A. Word." She hisses, voice firm and commanding, though kept down as to not attract attention. "Get in here more. You're too obvious."

She doesn't seem to relax even a muscle when he follows her orders, keeping her eyes trained on his. Something indeed wasn't right. Women didn't usually wear tight leather that contained every inch of their body, or were left in alleyways bleeding out slowly. What in the world had he stumbled in upon.

"You'll keep you're voice down, alright? Do you think you can help me? I need to get out of here." She hushed, hand still resting where it could draw her dagger with ease. Now that he was closer, he could see there was definitely far more blood than he had thought, seeping from her side, shoulders, arms, and leg, leaving the leather slick and shining in the dim light.

Renthi finally hushed his growling, keeping low to the ground, hunched next to his summoner. He wasn't sure about these two, but....What Catherine wanted, she usually got.

"No!" It came rather suddenly, almost panicked as soon as he asked, though still only a whisper on the wind. Her eyes were firm, and she would not be moved on the subject. "Don't. Just get me a needle and thread. I can do this myself." She hissed, though took his hand carefully all the while.

Her hands were certainly strong, a firm touch coming when she tried to get up. She wobbled a bit on one leg once she was on her feet, leaving one foot slightly suspended in the air. Was she that badly hurt? Her hands were covered in tiny scars, remnants of knicks and cuts, certainly. Were they from that blade on her thigh?

Renthi stood with her, eyeing this other Summoner and hound carefully. He still wasn't quite sure about this....But a live Summoner was certainly better than a dead one.

"There's got to be some seamstress still open. Or maybe someone like you might have a small sewing kit in your house." She insists, wavering as she almost falls, keeping her one foot up. "I can't exactly walk right now you know. Come on, help me, and let's get a move on." One certainly can't argue she's firm in her words...

Renthi moved to her other side to help keep an eye on her in case he let go. While he'd be absolutely livid if he did, making sure his Catherine had something to land on besides the brick wall and the cobblestone was important.

It wasn't hard to help her along. She was thin, very thin, and pretty light as well. Perhaps it was for the best that he helped her, she would bleed out otherwise, wouldn't she? But at least for her sake, no one was about when they finally emerged. If there had been.....She didn't even want to think about what would happen.

However, at his question, she frowned the slightest, pausing to think for a while.

"Well...." She starts, letting it trail off, "Most of it is."

Oh she knew that sound, and she didn't like it. He wouldn't just leave her here, would he? Not when she had her blade and a hound ready to help convince him towards whatever she needed. But it seemed, at least, for the moment he wasn't going to do anything stupid.

There's the slightest hesitation when he finally speaks for his hound, the woman raising an eyebrow. Her dagger? The hound wants to see it? .....Well. It's not like her legs will be any worse off....

In the blink of an eye, she's holding the dagger out to Izsi, seeming rather neutral on the subject.

"Any reason why?"

If she knew they were both thinking her a murderess, she would have been quick to correct them. Assassin sounds so much classier anyway. But she lets the blade go, allowing the hound to look it over. There is indeed still blood seeped into the delicate engravings, causing them to gleam in the dim light, and really it seems to be a work of art. Shame it's been used tonight to kill.

Catherine, on the other hand, was thankful for the helping hand. She didn't want him to get in trouble any more than he did, and the faster they got somewhere safe, somewhere indoors, the better. "Where are we headed?" She asks, voice still quiet, not wanting to disrupt the quiet peace that had come between them.