[Well, she can't feel too bad--at least, she doesn't have to feel too bad. He wasn't much different. Even despite being thrown into prison, he did not reach out to make sure she was alright.

The noise of the wood gets him to glance briefly over at her.] I'd like to remove it, yes. [Very strange for his skin to retain a mark, though, and he'd be lying if he wasn't clinically interested in the phenomenon. But he'd rather not have it there.]

Passing through doors, or archways, or thresholds makes me unable to breathe. But it only occurred at certain times.