Chris's head sunk when she started crying. The pub was deserted, the bartender off somewhere else, so he quickly slunk around to sit next to her and hugged her tightly against himself, nuzzling her gently. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I feel terrible now, I shouldn't have brought it up."<br/><br/>His desperate curiosity was still there, though, and despite an adapted adage of "Curiosity will get you killed by the cat" screaming in his brain, once she'd stopped crying, he slowly released his hug, and shuffled back a bit. "...um...if you don't mind telling me, how did you manage to escape the tomb? Did you fight out, or did they let you out?" He stammered nervously. "...um, of course, if you don't wanna say, we can move onto happier times. Like, after you left Egypt." His voice was quiet, nervous but still with the endearing tones to show he was trying his best not to offend her at all.