"Don't apologize... I'm the one that needs to apologize it's not very gentlemenly to raise my voice to a lady." He spoke just as soft his head starting to ache more with whips of voices in different levels. Curses and stress and whispers of love and lust... he never understood where it all came from but his brown eyes stayed wide as he walked. Holding the map over to her. "Whose abode is closer? I need to lie down."

He figured she was scared and though none had ever seemed to feel safe around him he felt the strange need to make sure his fellow prisoner was okay.