"Maybe humans do," he mutters, already well certain that any kill he happens to make certainly won't look like a human did it. And if anyone happens to actually witness it and wants to try their luck at reprimanding him, they're welcome to the experience.

As she eases in, he shifts his arm back to make room for her, a deeper nook against his side where she can burrow and be protected again... whether she feels that way or not. That scraped Omega's insides raw -- fearing that her trust in him has been shaken, that part of her struggle to recover is rooted in her belief that she's not safe with him anymore. After all, she very well might have gotten away if he'd been there. He should have reached her sooner. Maybe if he had--

Omega slams the voice in his head into a white, steel cage and locks it up tight.

His arm slips around her shoulders a little, hand resting gently on her side, answering her purr with one of his own.