[ It's been a long time since someone has recoiled in horror from him, though it's happened. His name, after all, is synonymous with both healer and wise man, and warrior. He brings as much fear in his wake as he does hope, though he'd always prefer to bring more of the latter.

In this case, he's barely been here at all and he's already terrified his young companion. She's tormented, though by what, he doesn't know exactly. At this precise moment, though, it's him. It's what he's done (or so he assumes), it's who he is, the deep dark inside of him; he thinks she must have seen it somehow, or glimpses of it possibly, and it's terrified her. The look in her eyes haunts him, the consequences of what he's done reflected through her eyes.

When she stumbles back, whimpering and trembling, his instinct is to soothe with words, with an offered touch, but that seems to have made all of this worse. ]

I shouldn't be. None of us should be here. [ He's worried about her, desperately so, but his voice is calm and steady, though he keeps a distance between them. ] We'll find our way back to where we're supposed to be, we all will - together - but right now, here is where we are. And you're not alone. I'm here and I want to help, do you understand?