For the most part, aside from mealtimes and training sessions, Zelos had been keeping to himself since arriving here. He wasn't the biggest fan of people, and being dragged into yet another war against his will had made him even less willing to make friends.

Even so, Shirley catches his eye. Partly, it's for shallow reasons. She's a good looking girl, and even more noticeable when most of your female company the past few weeks has had horns or scales or never gets out of thick armor. Shirley's a sight for sore eyes.

At least, until he notices the blood covering her clothing. He's been on enough battlefields and in medical exam rooms to know that's not the sort of blood stain you get from someone else's blood splattering on you. That's the kind that seeps out from you. Her behavior that betrays her shock and daze only confirms his suspicions. It's a conclusion that's not at all hard for him to jump to.

After all, some time ago he had been under the exact same situation.

After reaching the conclusion, he actually decides to get up from the spot he was laying about before. He approaches slowly- not hiding his presence but not being extremely loud with it either. When he's close enough, he kneels down and looks at her and actually attempts kindness.

"Lot to take in, huh?"