She stared at him in shock and anger. It wasn't her fault those men had attacked her, but he was punishing her like it was. She bit her tongue hard, trying to keep herself from shouting at him.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked.

She stared at him in disbelief.

"I see," he said. "But I'm not mad, so why are you?"

"You're not mad?" she asked. "I don't believe that for a second."

He sighed, "Okay, I was furious before. But not at you, not really. I wish you knew how to protect yourself, of course, but I suppose it's not fair to blame you for that."

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