As she spoke he looked back to the door. Getting up from before her he went to retrieve her bag and belongings. He stepped into the cold without pulling on a coat, knowing he would be out there for but a moment. He gathered everything, even his own knife he had dropped upon realizing who was on his doorstep. Returning to the shelter of his house, with a shudder, Noah placed all of Delphine's things on the table without inspecting them. He did not care about them--at least, not yet.
His mind raced with what had happened to the woman, blood coursing through his veins with fire and a readiness to act. "Delphine," He said, softer. He knelt down again, putting his hands on both of her shoulders and looking into her eyes. "Did someone hurt you? Delphine, tell me who it was and I--I'll--just tell me." He didn't know what he would do, but it sure as hell would not be lawful. His stomach twisted, waiting for her answer.
