Sher looked up at Isa as she spoke and all thoughts of how bad he felt vanished as he saw her already bruising from the beating she'd just taken. He caught her against him and held her gingerly as she nearly collapsed kneeling by his side. "I'm alright, just winded," he gasped. "Smoke inhalation," he said weakly. He held her in a gently tight comforting hug against his side. Wrapping his arms around her. "I'm sorry he hurt you. Sorry I didn't get there to help." He brushed his thumb over her lips brushing away the blood. He didn't' care who saw. "he hurt you bad?" He asked wishing he could go slaughter the bastard for touching her. A sudden surge of anger overrode everything else. But beside that anger was a fierce desire to keep her in his arms. To protect her. To care for her. So he sat there on the ground beside a burning Inn holding her tenderly more like a lover then a friend.