It was very hard to make sense out of what was happening, but from what Ashfa could easily and quickly put together, the intruder was being chased, and if that blood was indeed truly his, then it very well meant that those outside wouldn't worry too much if he ended up dying. And if they think we're helping him, they're going to punish us too!
Viaryn had the right idea. What they needed was to leave the shop before they all got in trouble over someone they didn't know and was clearly on the wrong side of the law. She could hear Mister Hedgar calling out that there indeed was an exit. She turned her head slightly to look at the younger man and then to the shopkeeper before returning her dark gaze the Kiju's way. Something didn't seem right though, and the frustrated look on her face along with panic at the increasing thumps on the door were clear for anyone to see.
He hasn't he killed us yet. He had a sword at his disposal and could have easily dispatched all of them if he had a choice, yet he wasn't. In fact, it seemed despite being hurt, he was actually trying to understand what they were saying. Once more she was reminded of the slave she had known while she was young; he had looked even more vicious than the current person before her, but he had never lifted a finger against her.
Her teeth ground in frustration before she spoke. "The back! We need to go there. You-" she pointed to Zonran. "You come too! I can help your wounds!" Without waiting, she turned around and started in the general direction of the back exit. Even if he was a criminal, it wasn't as if she or Ylva had the cleanest records.