"It's alright. You couldn't have done anything," he said quietly. He hadn't been able to fight the woman off, and, since he figured she had to have been Dro, there was no way anyone could have beaten her. He shook his head. "No." If this was the way she reacted to fresh wounds, he was glad he was wearing a turtleneck to cover his scars. It was strange, strange to receive kindness after something like this happened. He watched her with something akin to suspicion, but it was closer to plain curiosity.