He followed her where she lead him, but he was reluctant. Claude wasn't much for being waited on. "Don't apologize, you were being nice and I . . . I'm sorry, I wasn't being kind at all . . ." as she set him down and wrapped the blanket around her, he couldn't help but notice how kind she looked. He was ashamed of himself for being so mean to her father and then to her, they needed the rest and shelter, and it wasn't like he couldn't get Hector to have locked the door and woken them sooner, but he was very rash and that thought hadn't occurred to him. While she was working on the fire, he spoke again. "I- I feel. Ad or how I treated you and your father . . . But my condition is very serious and I don't want to hurt people . . ." Claude heard her hiss in pain and noticeably stopped himself from getting up for fear she would be frightened by his sudden movement. When she and back and takes about getting him clothes and a hot bath, he put his hand on hers as gently as he could. "Please, that isn't nessceary, I'm alright" he said