Rudolph let his eyes scan her face, coming to rest on her ears, he eyes widen in anger and his hands clenched so hard into fists, his knuckled turned white. "Never you mind that. Who did that to your ears?" His voice held barely restrained anger, but none of it was directed at her as he looked up to the table top, wondering if that man he saw would really be cruel enough to cut this girl's ears. "After tonite, you will probably never see me again so it is best if you don't know who I am or remember me." Satisfied that she had stopped crying at least, he crawled forth from the table and stood up to his full height to look around.<br/><br/>Glad that they were still the only people in the room, he cracked his knuckles and looked once more skyward. "If it was him, I'll take care of it. If it is he you fear, I will gladly get rid of him. You deserve better than to be treated no better than a slave." He still had a hard time processing that such an act could be done to a girl such as herself. It had to have been done long ago judging by what he could tell from the scars. In the dim room, where light was an issue, he couldn't be completely sure without touching them and his instinct told him that would a terrible idea. That wouldn't stop him from getting revenge on her behalf even if the act he was thinking happened turned out to be no more than a trick of the light.