"No, I probably don't..." Alexander admitted with a frown. "But I understand what you've told me. Your touch is deadly. If you touch me, you could kill me. I'm not going to lie and say that isn't spooky, knowing that now after I was manhandling you, but...nothing about this explains why I should let you run into the night and the cold and get yourself killed from exposure or worse."
He rubbed his chin, playing with the beads braided into his beard. He kept his voice calm and level. A younger him would have panicked, most likely, and made rash decisions, but he had calmed over the years and gained a great deal of patience, all earned on the field. It was perhaps his experience over the years that kept him from being as spooked as he probably should have been.
But he'd seen some twisted things. And the worst of them had not been supernatural or magical in origin. A girl that was clearly terrified, upset, and guild-infested hardly compared. This was a woman who didn't want to hurt others, who was hell-bent on risking her own neck just to stay away from the possibility. How could he be frightened of her?
"All this tells me is that we'll just have to be careful not to bump each other. Surely that isn't that hard, now that we're on the same page? What are the limits of your curse? I'm assuming as long as there's a barrier between contact, it won't hurt, right? Considering I carried you over my shoulder with no ill effects."