The mage had been about to tell the other that they were said, right or not, it still happened and she would not take them back.... and then he apologized, stuttering slightly and making his white brows climb high on his forehead. Instead of responding, he was definitely shocked silent and found himself wanting to hit the other lightly on the head with the staff he had across his lap. Instead, he watched him field dress the bird silently with a bit of awe unbidden on his face.

However, it was not lost on him that Genn avoided telling him why he was there and it also wasn't surprising. Not like the apology was, at least and once again he quelled the urge to reach out to attempt to soothe the Worgen. He didn't move, still slightly unsure on if the man in front of him was an hallucination or if not one, would accept it and instead tightened his grip on Atiesh, using the grip on the wood to steady himself enough to think of what else he could say to the other.

“You had lost your wife and daughter, it was to be expected,” Khadgar chose to say instead, eyes shutting and head thumping back against the stone, “you do not need to apologize for your grief. I would have blamed me as well in your position.”