He could hear the sobs that wracked the young vampire's slender frame. For a moment he provided her with the privacy that sure surely deserved as she wrapped her slender arms around her figure, her tears leaving stains upon her perfectly porcelain cheeks. It was his steps that gave him away, the usual silence of his feline form lost upon his human self, it sometimes disgruntled him, especially in situations like this. His vibrant eyes cautiously met hers pale blue hued ones, his ears acutely attuned to the gasp that leaves her lips. Instantly Tetradore was aware of the affect his transformation had upon the young woman. She remembered those last precious moments of her life, engrained somewhere deep within her memory - a memory that surely consisted of him. He hardly faulted her for the terror and misgivings she might have regarding his presence. He clearly deserved it and so much more. Despite the fashion that she seemed to stumble away, despite the tears he wished so desperately to wipe, he did exactly as she bade him to. Her out reached hand causing whatever movements that he might have considered to halt all together until the only part of him that stirred was the steady rise and fall of his chest at each breath. He remained silent and still in the same fashion he'd been trained to do so long ago - in the same fashion he did upon observing her death.

The venom from her voice caused his gaze to deviate, shifting from her feminine figure to the ground beneath him. A frown crossed his usually stoic features as a soft sigh left his lips, almost unsure of just how to even begin to explain the rather tense situation she found herself quite literally in the midst of. He doubted she would even take him seriously, that it would even matter when it had been her life on the line - all because of him. His eyebrows furrowed, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he commented back, "Does it even matter?" In the end, he found, that it didn't. Not to him. She might have sent him out tonight to chase after her newly turned prize but he had hardly fought her on the matter like he did so many others if only because he wanted to be here. A part of him suspected that she knew the auburn haired girl would hardly take kindly to his presence. He suspected that it was that reason alone that she'd seen fit to release him from his perpetual prison.

Tetradore watched her slump upon the tree she'd taken refuge under. He watched the fiery anger fizzle from her figure and yet he hardly made an effort to close the growing distance between them. Despite his uncanny care for her, she was still very much a stranger to him. She was pretty face he'd let his guard down for. "Trust me, angel, this was the last thing I wanted to happen to you." There was a rare hint of sincerity within his low tones, his emerald eyes still steadfast upon her. He had wanted her to leave safely, he'd warned her to only come back with her friend in tow in hopes it'd still his mistress' anger. In retrospect, he'd been naive to even hope she'd be spared such a fate the moment that he took interest within her. It was the desperation within her soft lyrics that caused him to leave the safety of the tree truck, his bare feet brushing against the grass as he stepped into the clearing. "You did nothing wrong." He spoke, quite clearly attempting to provide her with some kind of comfort, "It...it was all my fault...I'm sorry." Tetradore's voice grew softer as he slowly neared her, his eyebrows furrowed with his hand out reached as if, maybe, by some obscure twist of events, she'd actually let him show her just how sorry he truly was, as if she'd actually let him be that shoulder to cry on.