(FESTIVAL)What have I done?

The female froze, staring up at him with what appeared to be terror, and Eligos had the faint urge to look over his shoulder to see who she was so terrified of, though he knew intellectually that she was looking at him, and not at some towering monster behind him. He simply wasn't... used to wolves seeing him as something to be terrified of. It was always his name that they were wary of, rather than his visage. Maybe he ought to acquire some horrific scars, because he could see this paralytic terror being useful in some cases. But, he decided, he much preferred to be treated with respect - though just a touch of trepidation and dread could be nice - rather than this panicky terror.

"I am not disturbed," he assured her mildly. "Merely concerned for your well-being. Are you injured? You took quite a tumble."