[She offers his familiar a single nod of greeting, noting that it seems to be on guard but not aggressive. Whatever had happened—
It was bad enough that he'd had to call out for healing. She doesn't want to think about anything more than that until he tells her himself, and though his hood is drawn and he's turn his gaze from her, she can see the raw ends of some of the scratches before he reaches up to try and pull his hood over them, obscuring them with his hands in the process.]
So you saw the truth and they attacked you?
[If it broke, maybe he hadn't seen anything at all, which somehow made this even worse. She frowns, kneeling beside him.]
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It was bad enough that he'd had to call out for healing. She doesn't want to think about anything more than that until he tells her himself, and though his hood is drawn and he's turn his gaze from her, she can see the raw ends of some of the scratches before he reaches up to try and pull his hood over them, obscuring them with his hands in the process.]
So you saw the truth and they attacked you?
[If it broke, maybe he hadn't seen anything at all, which somehow made this even worse. She frowns, kneeling beside him.]
Ferran... you don't have to hide.