He looked at her. He had seen how much she was hurting. That was the reason he had done that. That was what he was telling himself anyways. It had nothing to do with how pretty she was. With how frightened and alone she looked. Nothing at all.  He noticed her gratefulness and found it rather strange. He rarely ever had shown any sign of emotion or gentleness. Not anymore. So why was he doing it for her? What about her made him feel all soft and warm inside? He didn't know but he knew he needed to be careful and on guard. Else he may most likely fall for this young woman.<br/><br/>He looks at her and shakes his head. "If that is how it has been then I can understand why you fear such. However, unless he can fly across miles upon miles of land and ocean...you have nothing to fear. At least not for a while." He says simply. He looks at her. "If you need someone to talk to...I will be the ear into which you speak. The shoulder upon which you can lay on." He offers softly.<br/><br/>He felt her hands upon his arm. Letting her hold him close. Unsure of this closeness yet understood it at the same time. He looks at her and wondered what she was thinking about. Not a mind reader and her body language told him very little. Looking at her and blinked. He had no idea why she said it like that. Merely nodded his head and smiled. "Alright." he says simply. He walked with her and looks at her. "Me to chose?" he said in a way it seemed like it was a foreign concept. He blinked and nodded his head. "Alright. If you are sure." He looked like he wanted to argue but refrained from doing so. "If you really wish to do so. It was not a big deal." he says softly.