Kyle remained as stone faced as ever even in the girl's flippancy and departure.  Once she was back with her group Kyle relaxed a bit, letting his guard down, he turned around to face Grace.

[b]“Thank you. You didn’t have to… but I’m glad you did. Sometimes it feels like everyone can sense my nervousness. I’m like a wounded gazelle on the Serengeti. The bullies just seem to smell me coming from a mile away.  I’ll try not to be a burden like that in the future.”[/b]

He felt somewhat relieved that she was alright, her aura had shifted back to normal too.  That being said, he was saddened by the fact that she felt the way she did about herself.  To have such a low confidence, to the point of considering yourself to be a burden to others, what made her feel this way to begin with?

[b]“Do you always get all hot when you get mad?”[/b]

Taken aback he looked down at his hand, before growing somewhat solemn, "Sorry," he spoke, "sometimes I forget to control the heat, but...fires rage, its in their nature," looking down at her he noticed she was holding her hand, "Grace...did I hurt you?" He looked to her slightly concerned.