More chocolate? He nodded and grabbed a towel to dry out the inside of the container. A slight almost undetectable wavering in her voice was what drew up his attention from his task. Then she told him they were dead, was it bothering her that she'd killed something? or someone? There was almost no morality or heart in their group. Most of their comrades were monsters cloaked in human skin... but he knew why and he knew that he'd been there before. They had a pure cause underneath their quirks and time would prove to mellow them out and dish them up the gift of reflection. Not everyone could come with those qualities packaged in from the get go like Tabitha seemed to have, she was a different side of their society.
At the cracking of her sentence he felt a swell of concern in his chest and he dropped the towel to reach out and cover her hand with his, murmuring "Hey...." in a comforting way to ground her back to the present. She was here. She was safe. Sometimes that's all people needed to know to come out of a bad pattern.
He was regretting bringing things up now but it was better to get it out in the air than to have it sit as an elephant in the room. If there was a way he could help her without first making her a little uncomfortable he would have done that instead. It was her explanation the flared up something else in him; anger.
"An ambush?" it was a question loaded with so many more questions, was she alone? if so why? what did they look like? did any of them get away? He had too many questions to ask without pushing her too far so he settled on just that general one. She could tell him whatever she wanted to get off her chest and he would take her suffering onto himself because if there was a single thing he could do to clean up this mess or offer her some retribution.... well... it was a good a day as any to blow the dust off his vampire kit.