With his head literally in Mable's hands, Krieg closed his eyes to focus on controlling the primal fear within him. Tribulation brings enlightenment, he reminded himself. Allowing himself to be so vulnerable with a Gangrel was part of the Crone's tests.
As her hands laid upon his scalp, he whispered in response, "You are fine." Reflexively, the muscles in his neck twitched as they were touched. She will not harm me. As much as the Man tried to console the Beast, it still quivered. He planted his hands firmly into the ground.
Her tenderness was a welcomed relief. "That feels wonderful," he whispered once more.