Ivy's eyes widened as she was lifted from the ground and near cradled in the Warrior's arms. He was likely just a man but for her she could only see him as something more. Something... someone...familiar. She chanced a look up at him before nervously dipping her head back down to avoid making direct eye contact. Her heart was in near panic beat mode and she wondered if it had to do with adrenaline or just something about the one holding her so carefully. He was the one that had broke bone so easily and yet here he was carrying her like he was terrified she might break.

It wasn't usual that Ivy reacted such a way towards other blonds. In fact she preferred her men of darker hair but something about this one... it was different. Safe. Then again who was she fooling everyone made her nervous. The thought almost had her chuckling if not for the state of the evening. A hand lifted to take her glasses from her eyes and she yelped at not only pain but the near loss of balance. She swore she heard him laugh at her and before she knew what she was doing she was glaring up at him. That was a bad choice.

Eyes widened and she just about lost her glasses as her eyes met his. Ivy felt that familiar spark ignite within her, the feeling she always got when she felt she was going to see something. A vision. A dream. A nightmare. This usually happened in the night when she was sleeping but this was no dream. A nervous shove of her glasses back in place, demon ash and dirt smudging her cheeks as she looked down swiftly. No, no, no Ivy, don't be an idiot. He was just doing his service as any other human being would if they had a heart. There was nothing there.

She had to distract herself, breathing in deeply she inhaled the scent of oil, grease, ash, sweat, dirt and blood from him and shook her head as it all but blanketed her. Ivy should have been revolted but she imagined she didn't smell that great herself. Biting her lip she closed her eyes for just a moment, she was so exhausted. How was this the right moment to be drowsy? In the arms of a stranger that was likely just going to haul her off to the authorities to earn a pretty profit. Still the steady beat of his heart was calming. Half-lidded eyes began to close as one of her palms smoothed along his side to come to rest at his chest. Even injured, her hand seemed determined to find a resting place just above his heart. The steady throb against her palm was a soothing balm to her wounded palm and near broken spirit. Ivy was an idiot.

A subtle shake of head and then the briefest wrinkle of nose as she felt a drop of moisture hit her nose. At first she swore she was crying but no she had done that earlier. As she contemplated it the drops became heavier and more frequent. Rain. Ivy couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief for the rain. Not just the relief that it would smudge the ember mark she had left behind when she became a human torch, but relief that thankfully she had elected not to wear white today. However, her relief was trumped by her bemoaning she was alone with a stranger and getting drenched. What a night...