"And yet your appearance and body language says otherwise," he observed, taking her form in a single glance and shook his head at her. "Netty told me what she saw and your reaction was one that wasn't necessary." the blacksmith said as he leaned against the opposite wall from her and crossed his arms. "He's only a boy, and I would know from experience of being the same gender, that we men can take on any threat so long as we have enough faith in ourselves....or at least, thats what I'm hoping went through that lads mind."<br/><br/>In truth though, he wasn't all that sure on what it was he was just said as well. Everyone should have been well aware that to fight a Reaver alone was plain suicide. Even he understood the danger they posed and he never so much as left Stratclaw unless he had a reason to and only a good one at that.<br/><br/>The man sighed as he looked to the woman before he did something that was liable to get himself killed....he approached Detta and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Go rest and clean yourself up. I know the protocol states that one of your rank is to do this....but you have enough blood on your hands already. Allow me to spare you at least these two." he said, though knew it was foolish. Protocol was protocol and it stated that the highest ranking field officer, being her at the moment, had to dispose of the infected herself. Why it was that he wished to spare her of more innocent blood staining her hands was something he wasn't going to reveal so easy, not even if Detta herself tried to pry it out of him. That last bit made him chuckle as he looked at her face and awaited her answer.