Inasa swallowed thickly as he unlocked his apartment door, glancing back at the small woman still wrapped up in his cloak. She'd refused to leave his side and had dissolved into a panic attack when someone mentioned keeping her at the hospital.
It'd taken much coaxing to convince her to get a proper check up and Inasa did what he could to help her through the process. The doc had given him a schedule, a diet, and a small booklet on what to do if anything serious happened. Granted, he was informed to call the hospital if it was anything that had been underlined in red.
He stepped aside as he opened the door, turning on the main light. "Come on in. Do you want a shower?"
She slowly walked in and looked around, her ears sticking up through her dirty hair. She glancing up at him and shifted slightly, her fingers tightening in the cloak. He smiled slightly, shifting to quietly shut the door behind her.
She glanced down and padded inside, looking around the apartment. Her tail flicked under the cloak, visible only because it rubbed against the fabric. it was far too long and dragged behind her.
He shifted and walked to his bedroom, noticing her eyes follow him as he moved. He turned on lights as he went, brightening the clean apartment. She blinked and slowly trailed after him, tilting her head slightly.
He tugged the large glove off and set it on the dresser before opening it to pull out a clean t-shirt and some boxers. They were far too big but they should keep her warm and covered. Better than the barely-there nightgown.
He swallowed down his anger and walked to the bathroom, setting the clothes on the back of the toilet. "You can wear these for the night. Sorry I don't really have any nice shampoo or soap. But, the water's warm and you can get clean."
She lingered in the doorway of the bathroom, still holding the cloak as she watched him turn on the shower. She made no motion of acknowledging what he said, only glancing around the bathroom. At least she wasn't actively hiding in the fur of his cloak anymore, he reasoned.
He set a towel and clean washcloth out before stepping towards her. "Excuse me."
She stepped aside, glancing down when he stepped past, trying to make himself take up less space. She shifted and stepped into the bathroom, reaching one hand out to grab the door handle. He stared as she slowly closed the door, her lips parting as if to speak before closing.
Her shoulders and ears slumped before she closed the door, her eyes downcast.
Inasa curled his fingers when the lock audibly clicked. He took a deep, shuddering breath. No yelling and no lashing out, he silently chanted. It'd just scare her more. No yelling and no lashing out.
Though, he wished he had the chance to beat the fuckers asses who did this.