That, he'd not been expecting. Especially considering how their first meeting had gone. He was distracted away from the unexpected physical contact by what she was saying.
"What?" he demanded, setting her back enough he could look in her face. "What sort of pains? Where?"
He well knew what torture injuries looked like. He started looking over Eden, looking for obvious marks that weren't old. She had at least as many scars as he did, if not more. But he couldn't immediately see anything telling.