She dropped her knife. He arched an eyebrow, settling down on his heels in front of her, and reached to pick it up, watching as she pressed her other knife to her own arm. "I know I'm frightenin', love, but I'm not that frightenin'." He sheathed his own knife, toying idly with hers, and leaned in a little closer, keeping his eyes on the knife on her arm. "What is it, love? Something's got you terrified. I can see it, love, in your eyes. You want tae run. You want tae hide." He spoke softly, hardly above a whisper, fascinated by this turn of events. "You can't run forever, love."