Daemon closed the distance between them with a single graceful move as she struggled to get to her feet. One hand clasped her elbow while the other wound its way about her waist to support against the small of her back. "Easy now," he spoke gently, soothing her. her hands were like ice in his and he instinctively sent a warming spell through his hands, spreading into her where they touched. His eyes were dark with concern as he checked to make sure she was alright.

"It's alright, Miss Ranger. We're here to keep you safe. Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked. he could find nothing visible, but that meant little. And her companion would need tending but first things first. And no male worth anything would let a lady wait.

Especially when she was crying. Dammit. Like any of his gender, he had a ridiculous weakness for crying females. A handkerchief was pulled out storage and held out to her.