Well, he did seem capable of remorse, or at least something to look like it, so that was something. Not entirely antisocial, it seemed. Maybe just brought up with rude manners. "That's alright," Tristan said when the injured man said he wouldn't tell him what had caused his injuries. He would just have to do a proper examination and hope all was well. They crossed the bridge and Tristan just walked quietly, accepting that he was probably going to have a very late dinner tonight.