She winced at the horror in his voice and her hand rose up to rub her shoulder unconsciously. She forgot that normal people don't talk so frankly about this sort of stuff.

"It's...kind of a long, horrible, violent story. But yeah my arm's fine." She looked up to him and tried to imagine that this guy was the same old man that had almost been killed in front of her very eyes. The building tension in her gut had her skin turning a shade of grey similar to when she had turned to stone back during the fearlings attack.