He finds her laying alone in a far area of the forest, the shadows of the tree behind her blocking the light of the full moon. He doesn't need the moon to see the way she's stained the ground around her red or the arm wrapped weakly around her abdomen, trying to hold back the blood and life in her body from escaping. She jerks a little when he crouches nearby, blinded eyes turning toward the sound of his movements and a hand reaches out, shaking, for help.

He takes it, fingers wrapping warmly around her cooling bloodied ones, and offers only his company till her last breath.

It's past midnight when Noel's head lifts to the sound of feet padding across the ground nearby. His head tilts for a moment to recognize the weight of those steps before he smiles.

"Where'd you wander off to this time?" he asks, reaching out his hand to open air, expectant. A messy head of hair soon presses against his fingertips and Noel runs his fingers affectionately through the thick tangle, picking out the leaves that he knew would be there.

"To visit a friend," Donovan replies quietly, unseen as he licks away the last traces of the girl's life from his fingers.

"Good boy."