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Legs finally aware of the situation looked down at the bat once more, only to notice it’d passed out within the time it had taken the man to process all that has happened in the last few minutes, he cautiously reached down to grab the poor- no Scott isn't an unfortunate creature but even then legs couldn't bring himself to go against his oath, he carefully cradled the albino bat to his chest and carried him inside his home mumbling a small whisper of permission unsure of the limits to the vampiric laws and not willing to test them at this current point in time.
First he placed Scott onto a clean cloth he kept near his water basin before rushing off to fetch the necessary supplies to treat the arrow wound. He held a basket which inside laid a clean set of bandages and another small cloth. He placed the basket into the centre of his recently cleared work place taking out the supplies he had grabbed, and reached out to place Scott into it making sure he is properly propped up enough for legs to access his wings.
He reached for the clean cloth first dipping it into water before using it to try to clean some of the dried blood from Scott's wound to avoid an infection as that was his first priority. Though legs is no vet nor was he a vampire expert, the basic treatments will have to do for now.
While he worked a thought haunted his mind, why did Scott come here and seek him out specifically, it's most likely he'd received this wound from a town member so why risk coming here it didn't make any sense, and why didn't he turn into a human why remain as a bat… is he even able to transform with such an injury?
So many questions ran around his head as his hands worked meticulously cleaning and grabbing the bandages before carefully wrapping them around the delicate wings.
Legundo assumes Scott must not have enough blood if hes unable to heal instantly and after a second of hesitation he bought his own wrist forward holding it above the creatures mouth for a second before reaching down and slowly prying open the fanged mouth and letting the bats instincts do the rest as its teeth pierce his wrists he feels the blood slowly dribble out of the small cuts in his skin and fall into Scott's mouth.