Verity was struggling not to shake. It seemed like a losing battle to her. She didn't move her arm, even though she was sure it was making him tense. He was going to hate her either way, so she just took what she needed from him. A breif hint of disgust at the idea of needing Dimitrov for anything tainted her gratitude.
When he flicked his wand the screams turned to whimpers but she didn't look back. She wasn't sure if she was grateful or not that he'd spared the man's life. If he was attempting a joke the humor was lost on her.
When he asked if she'd been hurt she looked up to him with innocent, almost obidient eyes. He was being- something. Something was palpably different with him and she wanted to draw closer because of it. Slowly, she shook her head. "I don't think so," she answered, still struggling to stop herself from shaking.
"Thank you, Kalev," she said quietly, looking down from him.