You are someone else

"Am I?" he echoed her, his voice deepening as he took step to keep her from opening the distance. He quirked a brow at her. "It does seem like one of us is, doesn't it? What happened?" There was more than a hint of growl to his last, rumbled words. His temper quivered to life, denied outlet for his hurt over Poem and seeing in Aryn's frayed state a possibility to be unleashed. There was something noticeably off about her, about the way she stood, the way she moved, the way she reacted to him. She reminded him of prey, and not simply for the new antlers that graced her skull. Reminded of them, leaning forward, passed his normal comfort zone, he gently touched one of those new-grown antlers with his nose. "What happened, Aryn?" he repeated, gentling his tone.