Isaac?

[Hector gasps out the greeting when Isaac emerges, but his rival's explanation cuts off any further inquiry. He looks feral, and smells like blood. Hector's immediately on guard.]

Damn it. [So much for going home. Hector's still unarmed and aching. Damn, damn, damn. He and Julia had been so careful to avoid notice. Why now?]

We'll lure them away. I know these paths. If we move quickly, we should be able to lead them on a merry chase.

[He's careful not to mention from where they are diverting their pursuers; he knows not how close they are or if his words will be overheard. More than his life or Isaac's, Hector hold's Julia's safety as paramount. No matter what, he cannot let her come to harm.

He starts to move down a side path, then hesitates as his eyes pass over Isaac's form in the dark. He knows Isaac, has witnessed all manners of his postures and poses. Even in darkness, he knows the silhouette of the man. This slump of his is atypical. Concerning.]

Are you hurt?

[He steps closer to Isaac's side, hyper-aware now of the scent of blood hanging about him.]