"Hmm?" Sorry for what? his head turned to her and there is a question. Blinking at her for a moment, and then his brain caught up. Catching the sudden shift of topics, and he's moving his hand. "No, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to invade your space there."

Moving instead to sit up again. Unbuckling the sword and leaning it nearby, then back down with his hands under his head as a pillow. "It's..different where I'm from. There's a difference between anger and rage that you can use as fuel, that you can control with discipline, as opposed to letting it rule you."