[All natural reactions, and Thrall doesn't judge him. Not a cent. He was completely helpless on his own, once. He smiles gently, perhaps a tad sadly.]

That must have been hard for you to see. I am sorry. I planned to hunt a deer from a distance, but the bear beat us to it.

I am almost ready, but first...

[He reaches down and dips his index finger into the red blood of the bandersnatch's wound. Quickly, before it dries, he smears two fang-like stripes on Hiro's cheek.]

Proof of the kill, [he explains.] Now you smell like a predator's blood, and nothing else will harm you.