He was cautious not to touch the stitching, knowing how easily it could become infected. In response to her reaction to being touched, he gently moved his hand away. He had to remember, elves and Hyor were very different. Too his people, nudity was an everyday occurrence, and random sex wasn't uncommon. The elves were much more defensive and shy about such things. Especially the young ones. She couldn't be much older than sixteen, he was sure of that. She was mature, but obviously very young... And very, very beautiful. He had taken note of how hard it had been to focus when he was treating her injuries.<br/>Hearing her words, he was silent and still for a long few moments, hesitant to answer her. His gaze fell towards the door. "By now, however many years I've been serving, I've killed hundreds of your people... You should hate me for that. And today, my actions among the thousands of my own would have made no difference, my comrades would have been just as merciless as I was. After ending the lives of so many, It would have been shameful to reject saving the life of an innocent instead. You're a healer are you not? You've done no crime against my people, so why should you have to die?"He said in a flat and as emotionless tone as he could manage. He never would let it show, but he was quite an emotional person. It was hard to explain how all the killing affected him. How could anyone deal with such things if they were not able to turn the emotions off, the shut down the feeling and just act, calculate and do... He felt little guilt for what he himself had done, but it registered so clearly in his head.<br/>The Hyor had been the ones committing the atrocities, killing thousands...<br/>After another period of silence he spoke again, looking up at her. "None of my comrades would have thought of saving you. They do not judge me for being a murderer, and yet they hate me for this.  Why did I save you? Because Im not supposed too, and they can't do a damned thing about it..."He paused. He did mostly listen to the alphas, but he took great joy in disobeying them where he could. " I really needed something to keep me from dying of boredom, And I have to admit, you are pretty f*cking cute." He said with a slightly amused tone, flopping back on the bed. "There's far too much ugliness in the world to let the pretty things fade away and die."He added, tensing his hands to pop his knuckles, and stretching his arms above his head.<br/>He wondered all that she had been through, how much bloodshed and death she had been witness to before he had found her... Was there anyone expecting her to return home, and did she hate him for what he had done? Of course he couldn't blame her for that.