His breathing grew harder as she spoke, his own hackles rising as she spoke. He could feel the low grumble forming in his chest, but he swallowed it, feeling his muscles quivering. There was something wrong with the headmistress. Killing her grandmother and then torturing her, trying to get her to break and to bend to her will afterwards. His claws dug into the ground, also copying Enna and keeping his nose pressed into her neck, letting her scent and the knowledge that she was safe for now washing over him. He would definitely need to let off some steam, or he would never get to sleep tonight. 

He could tell she was done talking, and could smell the shame she was feeling. He hated making her feel like that, it was the opposite of his intention. He instead tried to sent soothing reassurances her way, lowering his head down to rub along her neck and back. He nuzzled her softly, sending her a thought once again [I]It's not your fault, it was never your fault. Let's head back to the house.[/I] He rubbed against her softly, and gentle purr beginning in his chest. He gently licked her head, wishing to get her to relax. [@Arista]