"Your talent with glass? What do you mean?" Felix asked. She was a dancer, he didn't know what glass had to do with anything. Though, it did dawn on him that, like him, she didn't use her ability for what she did at the circus.
"I'm sorry," he said without thinking. He wasn't one to ever apologize for anything, and right now he was apologizing, empathizing (again something he never did) about her past. He got it, because his past had been traumatic as well. Her shiver had him wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. "It's not so bad in this one," he promised her. "Though, I admit, I'm not exactly a kind being."