"I'm sorry." The drink sits there between them, untouched; she reaches for his hand instead, covering it with her own. Her thumb traces over his knuckles and the spaces between, curious.

"It's nothing anyone should be afraid of... but people are irrational at heart. Things that challenge their worldview make them uncomfortable, and sometimes, it's easier to fear, or persecute, or reject, than it is to learn more and to accept."

She glances down at his hand, then lifts her gaze once more. "That's a hell of a healing factor you have there, too. Just the sites where your claws extend? Or is it inherent in your entire system?"