Why had he come here when he knew deep down that something was wrong with him, he should have stayed away. He had tried to find the strength to keep himself from everyone yet still he was here surrounded my many of his kind and others. It seemed that his mind had other ideas than what he had decided believing it to be the right decision. Why did he not fight harder to stay away he mentally screamed in his head hating himself more with each passing minute. If only he had restrained himself, things could have been alright. One simple action and he had screwed it up what had he been thinking. The look of pain across Parelia's face was harder to deal with than if he had been shot. It felt like the oxygen had been removed from the air at that moment, he couldn't breathe, couldn't move all he could do was see that look of utter terror swimming before him.

"You didn't know Ciceron, it's not your fault. I don't think there is a mean bone in your body." Like someone tapping on glass the words repeated themselves over and over in his head until finally something stuck to say they were meant for him not conjured by some distant memory. "If only you knew." The scent of her skin was so close, no wait she was so close but why? Why was she not running for her life from him? The realization hit him like a punch to the gut forcing him to take a breath of air to clear the fuzziness from his mind. As oxygen rapidly fueled his neurons they responded to external stimuli again snapping him out of his trance like state. The gentle touch of her muzzle, the confused gaze the worry it all blended together making him want to hold her closer. He wasn't sure if it was to soothe her worries or his insecurities but somehow it felt right at that moment.

Taking a hesitant step forward he allowed his chest to meet hers as he curled his muscular neck over hers tucking his head in close pulling her into him. He could only hope that she would not panic and pull away as it would do unimaginable things to his tortured mind at that moment. Part of him grasped at her words desperately wishing them to be true while the other half grappled with himself being a monster. A soft snort of amusement left his throat at her size comparisons bringing the faintest smile to his torn yet confused expression. A minute of so passed before he felt her pull away to see his face as another question left her lips. "Why did you get so upset because of something someone else did to me?"

His answer was soft yet came easily compared to the many other things he had been thinking of before. It was a little impressive that he could manage to find words after all of that. "It's just.. I don't know how anyone could do something so horrible and without warrant. You don't deserve to be treated like that.." He replied after a couple seconds. Lifting his eyes from the stony ground he looked up to gauge the fae's reaction to things so far uncertain of everything he had done so far. Seeing her shaking frame concern jumped to the forefront of his mind, she needed to get warm and rest. Glancing around he wished that they were anywhere but here so that he could find a way to warm her body but all there was around was ice cold water, stone and moss. Wait the moss could provide a cushion from the hardness of the stone. Nearby a rather large patch covered half the wall and ground, that would work since there was nothing better. "Come lay yourself down before you collapse." He instructed gently motioning over to the nearby area of moss.