Painter stares down at her for a few minutes, anger still glimmering in his eyes, before he allows it to die away. He starts to notice blood staining her shoulder and kneels beside her quietly, placing a hand on her other shoulder. "Truthfully...I find you lucky...for not remembering those things that can cause you pain. Don't apologize to me..I overreacted when I shouldn't have, just the sudden wave of memories hit me hard.." He sighs and shakes his head, "I honestly don't know what I can say or do to make you feel better, however much I want to, and I won't try to interfere with any of this any longer unless you ask me directly."
He rises to his feet again slowly and extends a hand to her to help her up, "Be strong.."
He rises to his feet again slowly and extends a hand to her to help her up, "Be strong.."