[Though he's certain his anguished expression isn't doing anything to help the situation, there isn't anything he can do to hide it.] Please --

[He reaches into the pocket of his trousers and pulls out a white, folded handkerchief, though it's as large a blanket to her, and sets it down within reach. He doesn't fully understand the reason for her tears but doesn't have the heart to pull his hand away.] Don't be frightened. I didn't mean to -- Are - are you hurt? I didn't mean to treat you so roughly...

[He leans forward miserably, slouching in his chair to set his chin on edge of the table.] Or to put you in any danger.