A part of Blackwall wants to hold her, to protect her while he listens and forever after from the horrors of demons and darkspawn. But that would be too dangerous, especially now. He can't afford to get attached, wouldn't want to break her heart like that. It's wrong in so many ways. So the most he does is listen and step forward two or three paces. No more. He can give no further.

What he does do is keep his face impassive as his listens. Any anger he feels is shown towards the demon, not her. She deserves so much better than what that bastard did to her. And even if she is a mage, he believes in her. He doesn't see a demon in her, not her actions or her explanation or anything else. She is the woman he is trying so very hard not to love.

"You're still frightened," he supplies, saying it for them, even as he turns to stare up at the Breach. "We all are, in our own ways. Not just for you, but for the entirety of Thedas. We don't know what we're up against, what began the damned hole in the sky, but it's there. All we can do is fight it."

Turning back to her, he tries for his best supportive gaze. It doesn't feel very supportive, lacking a something that everything in his life has lacked up until now.

"You fought that fight and you're still here. You're..." He pauses, hesitating, wondering if he should continue. In the end, he presses on, hoping that no one knew the real Blackwall well enough to know whether or not he was in the military prior to becoming a Warden. "You've won that part of the battle, but it doesn't just stop with one part. Some battles continue on several different fronts, beginning in one place and ending in another. Your forces must be strong enough to withstand all of it. As you must be now. As you are. The largest fight has been won. It proves that this is a war you can win. The demon will not take you. Nor anything else."