[ real or not— exaggerated or not, he's not sure why he's letting it bother him. it's not like he always had a pleasant upbringing himself, but he didn't necessarily take pleasure in other people experiencing their own traumas. ... despite how he behaves nothing less of a feral beast on the surface. that said, when she once again side-steps his question (except, does she really?), he releases something of a defeated exhale. ] You... [ coming from him, it may have seemed threatening or could have been taken as him being in a foul mood at her response, but that's not quite it.

instead, he's more like... swallowing down the fact that she probably wasn't going to explain herself. at least not today or now in this moment. which, was fair, and he decides to simply glaze over it, if that is truly what she wants. it's a consideration he doesn't normally spare, but well, she did confess some manner of feeling him before, right? maybe that was enough reason for him to be softer on her (softer is actually debatable, but listen).

still, it's hard not to find it kind of frustrating. but, the way she comes to his side and holds his arm, well. his brows furrow slightly, before moving forward as he always does. ] Stay behind me. It looks like if it is around, it's further this way.

Do you have any other sort of weapon here? [ all he has is a rusty dagger he pilfered off a body in the gallows. ]