There was still hesitance, but she slowly brought her hand over to the other. If he was here and a student, then that meant Professor Xavier had trusted him as a student.

He watched her expression for a long moment, then dropped his gaze back down to her, pursing his lips when she squeezed the wound one more.. that wouldn't help in the least.

Reaching out, he rather blatantly took hold of her wrist once she'd mentioned him helping and her thanks. He didn't bother saying anything else--just moved on to help as he had said. Pressing the back of her hand to his palm, he brought his free hand up to her fingers, brushing his index finger near the small cut, along the trails of blood that had slipped down the side and dripped to the snow.

Humming absently, he spread the blood under his finger, still feeling the warmth from it--especially against the cool air surrounding them. His hand held onto her own, keeping it in place as he toyed with the liquid.. losing himself in it, honestly. It wasn't much, but it was still flowing slowly, just slowly. Clicking his tongue, the temptation kept popping up into his head.. dark eyes watching curiously, until he had pressed his finger carefully over the cut, stopping the blood flow for the time being.

Lost in though, he pursed his lips, cocking his head slightly, "You're warm,' he mused, the wounded finger being the warmest, most likely due to the irritation--but, Yunho was mindful to not add too much pressure, not wanting to hurt or startle her. Most wouldn't be touching blood so openly, but the taller seemed unphased.

Ailee loved the Institute. She had a place where she could be around others who were just like her. People didn’t go out of their way to make her paint, or use her to get money for her artwork. Sure, she didn’t really talk and people just seemed to go on with her life, but that didn’t bother her. She enjoyed it.

What she didn’t enjoy was ability training (she also didn’t enjoy one on one combat). She was worried about hurting someone. The last time she used her ability, though subconsciously at the time, her mother unfortunately did not survive. The girl was a kind girl, merely a artist, with a love of colors and inspiration. She was not a fighter in the least.

Out of pure curiosity, and the possibility of using his own skills to help out a few other students, he wandered down towards the training area, pushing his hair back and out of his face--though he paused when he saw a young woman, one he didn't quite recognize.. pursing his lips, he approached her quietly, tipping his head and peeking down at her once he came up at her side, glancing into the training area soon after.

"Do you like to watch?" He asked absently, looking down at her from his peripheral vision. Why was her name not coming to him? He swore he'd seen her face, at the very least.. Must mean she was new? Or he'd isolated himself away from most other students again. One or the other.

His first few years here had been focused on himself--he hadn't gone out much. He fine-tuned his skills, experimented on himself and whatever else he could come across without getting into trouble. Looking out over the courtyard once more, he let out a quiet sigh, eyes closing just partially.. but he chuckled as a memory crossed him. Who would have thought he would have been the one to somewhat scar the new girl five years ago.

Yunho had always been seen as a strange student. He'd just started to be able to manipulate outside of himself and small animals--it had taken years. Too long. Practicing on humans was always a difficult situation to approach, after all. How does one ask to 'practice' his art on other students? Even teachers?

As his steps scuffed up the newly fallen snow, he sighed out a breath of white, holding his hands out in front of him to watch the blood course through his veins--rushing for his torso to try and warm himself. Flexing his fingers, he fixed his coat over his shoulders, but paused when he heard a gasp and, finally, footsteps on the snow.

Blinking in surprise, he looked over the snow, looking for footprints, eyes a little startled by the sudden appearance of another. How he hadn't seen her, he still didn't know, but damn--

Looking up to her, he frowned slightly, though it quickly faded when his eyes dropped to the snow.. something quite familiar lingering there, dirtying the area at her feet. A quiet hum escaped him, and he slowly began to approach. Really, he shouldn't treat other students like wild animals.. but some could be, as he'd learned a few times. And whether she was new or not was lost on him. He barely recognized faces at the time, since he hadn't put himself out into the crowds all too often. He wasn't exactly 'anti-social'..but he wasn't exactly social, either.

"Hello.." He called lightly when he got close enough, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "Are you all right? I saw that you--" He paused, noting her finger with the decently deep cut, "Cut yourself," he finished in a bit of a sigh, lifting his gaze up from the wound to her face instead, taking in her features. No--he'd definitely never come across her before. He could feel her warmth from here, which was almost too tempting, wanting to get closer.. but he managed to hold himself back.

"How are you? It feels like I haven't seen you in a while," he chuckled, dark eyes watching her curiously, studying her features and tipping his head to hide his mouth and nose beneath the collar of his jacket. 

Of course, his eyes fell back to the bench, curiosity getting the best of him. Slowly, he took a few steps towards her, though he circled around her to reach down and touch the vines on the bench..just a touch, and he was gentle. It had always fascinated him--how her powers worked with the plants. How she spoke to them and how they communicated, as if they were animals.. but in his mind. No life blood, not able to do a lot of that. He wasn't naive or stupid, just stuck in his ways and not quite as educated with plants as Kahi was.