[Cain uses every bit of control he has over himself to not recoil or cringe at the sight of her. If she were human, he could assume someone with this level of familiarity was a hunter or a woodcutter or—well, anything normal. So now he is lost in the woods with a creature he knows absolutely nothing about, except that she looks more like she should be photosynthesizing somewhere. Super.]

[Outwardly, he blinks (despite his best efforts), and then renews his smile. No harm in seeing if this goes somewhere helpful, anyway.]

No need to apologize. I just appreciate that someone is looking out for clumsy oafs like me. [He contrives a sheepish look.] I don't normally get lost in strange forests.