[ It's simple for Dimitri - magic was just what was done where he's from. He's never known a world without it. He's never been able to wield it as he has here, but... it's common enough. So that feeling of disgust and mistrust isn't native to him. Although perhaps he might understand it, all the same. His hand withdraws as she smacks at him weakly and he steps back with a frown. It goes against all of his instincts to not try to provide comfort, but...

Well.

Hayame has her pride. He knows that. ]

I did not mean to be familiar. Forgive me.

[ Although how familiar really was that? He hovers just within arm's reach instead, his gaze working over her, looking for other wounds. ]

I'm afraid I don't have any water on me, but... we should probably find some. It might do you some good to have a drink. What happened? How did you...?