It's not his fault, but the gesture gives her pause -- memories flooding back of Aleksander doing the same for her after saving her. When life was somehow simpler while still being chaotic.

Dirt was better than blood, hauntings deep in her soul far more difficult to wipe away -- the all-consuming guilt for the lives she's cost. For those who put themselves in harm's way for her.

His voice brings her back, smiling slightly as she begins the process of trying to wipe her face. "I'm still uncertain how I found my way out myself." If Aleksander had a hand in it or someone else. Something else. A question to ponder later as manners override her stream of chaotic thoughts.

"Alina -- And you're not alone in the unfamiliarity. There's so much I've never seen before, it's a bit overwhelming." Her gaze shifts from his face back to the board, finally noticing the red as she instinctively reaches out to touch it. "What...?"