Azum stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, listening intently to everything around him until all he could hear was the Veela's struggling under his bed. He didn't want to give her up just yet. He wanted money. "Alright. You can come out. Need help?" He stood up, his feet becoming visible to her. "Didn't want them finding you yet. I'm going to let them think you're gone, but I'm not going to give you up. It's a fair compromise, I think. If you give me any trouble, I'll kill you." He grabbed firmly onto her side and pulled her out from under the bed, looking around for his first aid kit. "Now, Let's take care of this wound."