[That almost delicate, piano wire tension in him draws subtly tighter, but a long moment later he nods. This is more dangerous than he wonders if she realizes, him being here; it's hard for him to see her like this. He is not a creature of vengeance, not a hero, but he is fiercely protective - and while his self discipline is flawless, his self control is decidedly not.

He comes closer to where she is, choosing to crouch lightly on the balls of his feet before her, eyes on her face, than to sit beside her just yet. His hands clasp neatly between his knees.]

I will not ask about what happened, yet. It is not because I do not want to know. I expect others with intentions beyond staying here with you for the foreseeable future will and have asked for information repeatedly.

But I am not, at this time, among them.