"Fuck you're losing too much blood," Devil muttered. Mori needn't lean against anything, because once the Devil got up to the door he briefly balanced on one leg and kicked the door a few times, "Jane! Emergency! We've got a bleeding idiot here, in both senses of the word!"

After a moment some hurried footsteps came towards the front. Maven opened the door, dressed in a wrapper over her chemise with her hair pulled in a loose low ponytail. It was clear they had not been expecting company this evening.

"You're already back? What-" Maven started as she opened the door, then gasped at the sight, "Oh my goodness what happened?!"

"Marsh wolves," Brash Devil said simply as he carried the Socialite inside.