Jube looked at her curiously, "Why would anyone throw a stone at you? They'd have to be daft." He looked quite puzzled at the very idea of it.

He knew he could never defend himself, it would only make people want to hurt him more. It would make him a 'danger' to others. Jube took it, and felt that was the only thing he could really do. The very idea of anyone throwing a stone at Kestral made him angry. 

Jube sighed, "If someone threw a stone at you... I'd probably hit them at the very least." Looking at her he shrugged, "That would be because you matter though. I don't." It was how he felt about himself. "I may matter to you, but not to me... I'm just odd."