His frown deepens as she tells him what happened. It's terrible, for all the good people in the world, that just every now and then a good person helps a bad one. It's aggravating that people out there prey on that fact. Playing the needy card to catch the other person off guard. "You're not an idiot," he corrects her. "Anyone else would've done the same thing. He places a hand on her back, rubbing it in soothing circles.

The guy cut her foot? It's worse than Jason imagined. If he lured her with the needy act then cut her foot so she couldn't run away, he wasn't your every day attacker but a seasoned veteran. "God, I'm sorry. That had to have been terrible." He feels guilty that he couldn't even begin to find her. There were zero clues. It was like she just disappeared. It was Wulfric and Edbyrd all over again, and Jason was left feeling helpless.

The worse side of him feels angry that the men are dead. He has a lot of pent-up anger over Edbyrd's death and Wulfric's disappearance. Add to that what he's hearing happened to Raleigh and he wishes they were still alive so he could beat the hell out of them. It's probably why he was so easily provoked into a fight by that man at the clearing. He'd been a much more patient person the past year. But it's good they're dead. They won't hurt anyone again. He rests his head on the top of her chin. "They're dead. They don't know, Raleigh."