That's not a response he's expecting. For a moment, all he can do is blink at her as he wraps his mind around her apparently being concerned about him in the midst of this.

"I don't mind." It's soft, and just as honest. He understands what she's feeling, as much as anyone could, and there's no emotion she could throw at him that would be more volatile than his own. He'd been drawn to her at first because he'd felt her when he looked into her mind, finding a life so different from his and yet feelings so much the same.