[Though relieved that his concern was apparently not with her, exactly, Pyrrha furrows her brow; looking to the man sympathetically for a moment as he covered his face with his hand.]

...Nero... I... [She anxiously bites down upon her lower lip for a moment before, hesitantly, reaching over to lightly touch the man's shoulder.]

I should... thank you. -For coming to help me earlier, I mean. I really do appreciate it...