His hands were shoved deeply into his pockets as his emerald eyes stared at the back of the woman in front of him. His emotions were a perfect lake of nothingness, the surface calm and collected as he so often was. He was aware of the tears that fell down her cheeks, tears that wracked her shoulders and yet, Tetradore hardly closed the distance between the pair. He was all too aware of just how upset she was at him though, given the circumstances, he doubted his presence would be the comforting source it so often was. And so, instead, Tetradore merely remained exactly where he was, his vibrant gaze settled upon the young woman as she delicately wrapped her arms around her in a gesture that was far more vulnerable than he liked. Her inquiry hardly sparked any immediate reaction within the man, other than the slight pressing of his lips before he inquired in that same clipped tone. "About?" Caring was, after all, a decidedly difficult topic for the man. For so much of his life he had been so brutally taught that caring caused harm. The more he cared about an individual, the harsher the death they were met with until he had stopped caring all together.

The man was entirely aware of the way her gaze seemed to avoid him as she glanced down at her shoes, his inner feline all too readily recognizing that small display of respect he was so often afforded, even if it was brought out of fear. Respect, in his life, so often was that even this which she abhorred was so normal for him. He was....unsurprised to learn of her fear of him. After all, it was how his affinity for the emotion came to be. He was trained to be terrifying, to be the enforcer of his mistress' cruel antics. The horrors and atrocities he had committed. The people who he had killed, their screams sometimes still echoed within his head, within his dreams. He was the King of Fear, the creator of it and in turn, he had gained true mastery of it. She was, in that aspect, hardly unlike any others. To be afraid of him was merely a fact of his life, one he'd nearly forgotten since his freedom. How foolish he had been. Still, a soft sigh left the man's lips as she placed her hands upon the railing, the yelp of her voice clearly telling him that she'd burnt herself on the edge of the ship. It was another thing to see to being mended, another task on his infinitely growing to do list. His head shook ever so slightly as he finally stepped closer towards her, closing the distance as he reached out with his own uninjured hand to grab her's in his, clearly inspecting the harm she'd just done to herself.

"Don't be stupid, Samantha." He found himself say as he rotated her one hand within his, eying the wound. "Of course I care about you. It was all for you. She attacked you because you are not one of us. Now that her feral half sees me as her Alpha, she will never go after you again. I made you fear me so you would move so I could mark her and now she will never forget it. Whatever emotion you tried to give her would not stop her from attacking you again, not in that state of mine. In that moment she was strictly an animal and I have secured your safety in a way that only an animal would understand." His voice had retained that largely matter of fact fashion, with particularly little thought given to how 'cruel' or 'unkind' his actions might have been. His intentions, perhaps, were filled entirely with that genuine protectiveness and yet the metaphorical darkness he had lived within for so long still tainted him. It tainted his actions, it tainted his thoughts, it tainted everything. Samantha was so naive and innocent and pure of heart and now, for perhaps the first time, she was given but a glimpse into the man he'd so kept hidden from her. He couldn't say he was terrified of her leaving - they all did anyways. Instead, Tetradore was merely re-accepting that which he already for so long had been.