Victoire paled, and it took her several moments to fully absorb what he'd said. Teddy was a werewolf here. A real werewolf like his father. It was a frightening concept, yes, but at the same time, she'd grown up familiar with at least a small side effect of the curse in her father. It wasn't completely unfamiliar territory, and she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. The scars weren't recent. He'd obviously been living with this for a very long time, and it broke her heart.
"I'm so sorry, Teddy," she said softly. "You don't deserve that, not at all. You have Wolfsbane? And your father's here to help you, right?" That was some comfort, at least, that he wasn't going through this alone.
She pressed her lips together uncertainly. "No, I'm okay out here," she promised as she squeezed his hand. "The blanket has a heating charm on it, and it isn't so cold, really. Besides, my parents are inside. I thought this way we could talk privately." Since they seemed to make him so anxious. "What's going on?"