Riven leaves the club to smoke. He lights it and hears someone groaning in pain.

He steps closer, his heels clacking on the ground. He sees you all groggy and messed up.

"Oh darling... you don't look too good." He frowns sympathetically. He looks around to see if there's someone else who could help, but everyone else is inside.

"Oh, hun, what will I do with you?" He smokes another huff and puts a hand on his hip as he watches you as he tries to think.