She hadn't used his ancient past to deduce what she knew about him, just his modern writings. To research his past seemed.. creepy to her, she wasn't a stalker, thought of it as some sort of invasion of privacy.
She'd decided that the wounds he hadn't recovered from were infected, toxic and slowly poisoning the rest of him, but she didn't know how to fix it, how to help and it bothered her.
"I'm not a sadist either. I'm a light masochist. Although the more feral things get the heavier I can take. That's probably true with many... I haven't broken anyone before either. I don't want to break you, I don't want to hurt you."
She gently disentangles herself and rises to go and pour a glass of water.