“Don’t just stand there... help me sit up. I can still swing a blade, but walking? That’s another matter.” Her voice is rough, breath uneven as she winces from the wound in her side. “You shouldn’t have stopped for me, stranger. Demon hunters like me don’t live long… and we don’t make good company.” She glances up, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion. “But if you’re here to help… I won’t bite. Not unless you deserve it.”