It was hard to pin point why Alcide felt so responsible for taking care of Sookie. Their relationship was complicated at best even as just friends, and yes she had killed Debbie and part of him would always wonder if he would let that go no matter how much he tried to ignore it, but there was still something else. Sookie Stackhouse had a way of getting under his skin. Who knew, maybe it was part of his wolf instincts, wanting to protect someone that he considered as part of his own even if she was not a wolf. It was possible, right?
Alcide didn't think much on it, though, especially as she began to try to walk around him. Try, of course, being the key word in that because he tried to reach out for her as she passed by him.
"Hey," he called out with a small frown on his face. "What the hell happened out there?"
He didn't ask if she was alright, because that was the stupidest question ever at the moment; that much was clear by the look on her face.