With concerned eyes she watched him, her hands playing softly together as she stood there. She never was good at feeling sympathy for others. Fang's situation, however, was much different. She couldn't help but feel bad for him. All alone and confused with his condition. She wished for nothing more but to relate. Sadly, she couldn't. She sighed.<br/>"Fang...I'm so sorry..." She looked down, "I didn't know it was you, if I had...I wouldn't of ran." She looked up at him, "You aren't a monster Fang, you were able to change back...before you got the chance to hurt me. That shows me that you have some control..."<br/><br/>She walked to him, crouching down at his side meeting him eye to eye.<br/>"I've done some research awhile back," She smiled a little, "About werewolves, most are changed because the infection was passed from werewolf to human through scratches or bites. Some rare, but others are in a lineage of wolves..." She placed a calming hand on his, "If that's the case, it wouldn't hurt to do research on your family lines."<br/><br/>She closed her eyes hiding the fact that what he said upset her.<br/>"Don't say that..." She looked at him, "You are not a freak nor an animal, you are Fang. Just Fang, with a very very unique situation. I'm sure you'll pull through."