[ He winces a little as she lands onto the deck, the impact apparently enough to knock some sense back into her. A positive outcome, even if the knowledge of having hurt someone he likes sends a small pang of guilt through his heart. He's hurt enough people, both people he'd loved and people he'd once loved but no longer. Now it's time to protect rather than destroy.

The response, quiet though it is, fills him with a little hope, and he lowers his fists so that they're hovering in front of his torso instead of up high by his face. Slowly, he takes one step towards her and then another. He'd like to hope that whatever's possessed her is slowly fading now, but better to be safe than sorry. ]

I know it's tough. I know you've been through a lot. [ She's only ever alluded to her past, but it's enough for him to know that it hasn't been great. ] You're only going to go through more here.

[ Another few steps, and then he's holding out one hand. ]

But you don't have to go through all of it alone. There are people here willing to help, if you'll let them.