"There, there, dear, it's alright," he said, sweeping his cloak off, and wrapping it around her shoulders... and making sure to get a proper eyeful for himself. He didn't touch (any more, anyway), but he certainly appreciated looking. As she started crying, though, he offered to pull her into an embrace, to comfort her - certainly no ulterior motives, here!<br/><br/>"There, there... he's gone, and all is well. His monsters will disperse over time; most will perish with the rising sun, and the rest will wander mindlessly, easy to hunt and dispatch. No need to fear."<br/><br/>"Ahh, but not<em>everyone</em>died! Many escaped, mostly heading north (nearly opposite from where she came from), and warned the surrounding towns. I happened to catch wind of it, and made my way here alone, to see what I could manage. Dangerous fiends, but I have a few tricks up my sleeves," he said, with utter confidence.<br/><br/>"We ought to be safe, for now at least; care to come back to my camp, just outside the city? I have some spare clothes I can get you, yours seem to be, ahh, ruined," he said, nudging her clothes on the ground with his foot, sliced to pieces by the necromancer's blade.