She watched him, studying him slightly. Why was he crying? She let her gaze travel along him, noticing the blood soaked cloth. She didn't pay any mind to the rock, thinking it had always been like that. The small woman was quiet for the time being as the left through the gates and began to saddle up the horses. Though she stepped towards him, her hand grabbing the one wrapped in that cloth. "What happened?" She asked, her eyes once more on him. She was worries, not sure if he had gotten into a fight or not. She came a bit closer, her eyes studying his own, waiting for the answer.