Maybe fix wasn't the right word. He used it, but he was still getting used to the whole actually speaking thing. For now, he paid attention to what she had to say.<br/><br/>"I won't let it happen again," Yes, just like that. Maybe she'd laugh at him, but there seemed to be an odd mix between that sort of sweet, childishness that might lead him to think he can be some sort of hero... but that's not it at all. There's something else there, too. He knew it wouldn't be so simple as saying a few words, and having good intentions.  There was enthusiasm there, a certain kind of passion.<br/><br/>He was Suffering. As much as he could help it, he wanted to ensure that no one else ended up bearing that name, in the way he was burdened by his.  And he knew that to accomplish that, things needed to happen. Things like bashing a rapist in the head so hard it made him crumple. Action, not words. "If there's ever anything I can do to help you, please, let me know." He added in, before casting a glance around, curious if the others were listening in or too distracted by the ongoing sexcapades of the Dragonborn and the Druid.