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Ford had never been given a reason to behave threateningly toward the dark-faced woman. She had been on a search for someone that she cared about previously, and though he had prioritized his duties to Dalia over the needs of the stranger, she did not act in a hostile manner toward him. They had parted ways with a clearer understanding than when they had first met, and he had not thought her to be an incapable dolt, so that was that. However, seeing her again was a peculiar thing for the great brutish beast. More than this, seeing her in a wounded state was far more curious to him.
 
There was a quip about her opponent that caused a ghostly smile to curl his features. As was typical, the expression did not quite reach his hollow gaze. Instead, his eyes roamed her figure and sought the holes that had been created in her frame. He held this for a moment before he latched onto her gaze and canted his crown to the left just slightly. “I should hope they’re much worse off,” Ford commented in a rumbling tone. Though she did not appear as though she had been ravaged by her assaulter, it was difficult to maintain an injured form in winter.
 
“What happened?”