"Stars in heaven.."<br/><br/>His senses were directly assaulted now, at the pitiful display the female was. He watched almost helplessly as she struggled to get out of the crate. Part of him wanted to cradle her in his arms, reassure her that it would be alright, but he knew better. No. He could not do that, not again. He had known all that pain too well before. Just being near, he could feel the torrent of fear and despair coming from her. If he touched her while unprepared, she would likely knock him out..<br/><br/>"I'm not going to-" he started, but was cut off in mid thought. His eyes go wide, as she divests herself of the short tunic she was wearing, clad in nothing else. The bruises, the whip marks. All clear indicators of an abused slave, as if the metal collar around her neck was not proof enough. '<strong>Who could do such a thing?</strong>' he thought. '<strong>But, do I really want to know? Whoever her owner is, is likely looking for her.. unless they are dead..</strong>' He looked down at his feet, bringing a hand up to cover part of his face as he spoke. "Please, put your clothes back on. I'm not going to.. use you." he said, steeling himself as he moved slowly closer, wincing a little as he placed his hand on her shoulder. The torrent was stronger then, but not unbearably so, now that he was somewhat ready for it. It still clawed at him like a rabid beast, wearing at his control. "Please, look at me." he said softly. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you. Follow me. We'll get you cleaned up, alright." he said, letting his hand fall off her shoulder, and walking over to the hatch leading to the hallway, looking back to see if she would indeed follow.