"By the light, my dear girl, you very well could have," his tone suddenly turned less sharp when he heard how upset she was. "Just one drop of my blood could easily burn your mouth straight up." He was far more upset for her sake than his own, and it showed. He scowled, however, and tried to regain what composure he had lost with the shock and surprise of potentially hurting the one person he knew would never deserve it. "I... I apologize," he said through grit teeth, though it was no less sincere, "you did not warrant my anger. It was not directed at you, but my... own inability to keep from harming you, even when you show the slightest amount of worry. I... should go."
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