[Darin might be looking at her but it's evident from the expression on his face he's looking miles beyond her. If what Zelda was saying was true then...then Dromas hadn't actually been here. No one on this world was in danger— at least, not any more danger than they'd be in with him here.]

[It takes him a minute to regain himself, to realize that Zelda had even asked him a question. His attention snaps back to the task at hand and he lowers his head to focus more on tying off the bandage. It's neat and snug, tight enough to keep the wound safely covered but comfortable enough that Zelda won't lose any circulation.]

[With that done, Darin nods a bit and lifts an arm to remove one of the bracers covering his forearms. Zelda will see a massive bruise going from wrist to elbow; evidence that his forearms were at least cracked if not outright broken. But the discoloration denotes that he's already mostly healed.]

[He doesn't clasp the bracer back on right away.]

I...like I said, the first night my brother was a child. The next...he was my age. Which...it's a long and complicated story but before I left my world he'd come back and he...he wasn't the same. He was strong. Stronger than me. And angry.

So...hearing that it wasn't actually him...

[It's a relief. A clear relief. And he can't find the words to finish his sentence.]