He had smelled the blood, the scent of a girl, young and injured. It's part of what brought him to finding her behind this door. Yet the reality of what was obvious to him still hits him in the chest. She's been hurt, he realizes anew, in a vicious world. That, and how she breathes so heavy and trembling; how she looks down at the sight of him—it chokes him.

He hopes he did the right thing, coming to find her. He hopes it is the ring thing; that she would want it to be, considering how fleeting their interaction was. With a shallow, short breath, Klaus takes a small step forward and squats before her. "Hey," he says, his tone carried with a softness both unintentional and uncharacteristic. His smile is small, warm, tentative. "I came to check up on you.

"I hope that's all right." With a glance at her shoulder, he adds, "I see you're hurt."