He wasn't sure if he was more shocked about what happened, or her determination to find the bastards who did that to her parents. Maybe it was the fact that he was muggleborn, or a complete wuss, but he was amazed at her courage. He tried to hold back the urge to pat her on the back and say good girl, except it seemed to him like a very unadult like thing to do. Normally they'd play the role of the nemesis and scold them for acting irrational and acting on impulse. "No not at all" he shook his head "It's just dangerous to be out here alone and looking for vengeance..." he nodded "atleast by yourself. I mean, death eaters rarely work alone, its more in numbers, and the odds of a single person, regardless of gender winning against three or four people experienced in what they do is uh highly unlikely" His inner nerd left his lips before he could stop himself.
Though her sudden change of mood surprised him. Jumping at owls and looking fearful, he was suspicious of this being just a facade to throw him off in case she feared him blowing her cover. But perhaps it was just one of those rare cases of courage when peril is at way. "Must be the darkness... not all mushrooms are good" he laughed. "Sure I could do with some helping but try not to touch on impulse. My first year of studies I saw a plant I had only read about and went to grab and examine it, By the time I realized I wasn't wearing gloves it was... a little too late. My hands grew about ten times its size" he shivered at the thought and lifted his hands up to look at it "Hell I think it still hasn't gone done. They still look abnormally large.." He furrowed his brow trying to think how they looked before it all happened but nothing came to mind.