Furrowing his brows both at the tone and the explanation, Rhys looked at the woman skeptically. Late night exercise gave way to black eyes and split lips? Sure his expression conveyed his disbelief, Rhys waivered on what to do. If she said she was fine, with such conviction, what exactly was he to do? He would hate to let her walk home alone at this time of night, especially in that condition, but something told him she really didn't want his help.

"Are you certain? Would you like an escort to your lodging?" He offered anyway. She wasn't familiar to him, exotic in appearance and dress, Rhys figured he probably would remember her if she was someone he'd met before.