She came closer, then, never one to ignore a friend in pain. Plus, there was something else that wouldn't be denied, something that rose immediately inside her to respond to him. Beauty knelt down beside him in the splinters of what had to have been his home the night before. She looked carefully at his hands, but although there was blood, she didn't see any lacerations.
Just to be sure, she gently thumbed a streak of red that ran across the back of his hand. No, the skin was unbroken. It didn't make sense, but there was no one else here... no one harmed... She set it aside for now.
"What happened?" she asked, coaxing him into talking about it, and hoping that it might help.