It was a look he had hoped to avoid for a while. Telling Wanda what he was had been a thought Daimon constantly had conflict with since they started their time together, and goddamn it this wasn't how he wanted her to find out. If he could have talked to her first, taken it one careful step at a time...all he could do now was stare back at her, frustrated and angry, making no effort to touch her, to assure her that she was still safe with him.
"I'm fine." He tore his eyes away from her then, voice cold. Claws dug into the rubble beneath them, his jaw muscle tensing as he stared hard into the ground in...well, could it have been shame?