There's a sense of awkwardness that settles around Hanzo when he sees Wren around the tents. Travelling together before had been an awkward and painful affair even before the kidnapping and they had stepped into something even worse - and Hanzo can remember that vividly. He had not been harmed, he had not been branded, he had not been marked, but there's an edge of something that haunts him, an edge of something tense that coils his shoulders together and tenses him up.

He had been so close to being trapped in the hands of the Shimada empire. They would not have treated him kindly, and he can feel the fear prickling at his skin all over again.

He approaches when the scream is done, hovering by the side, before he breathes out. His eyes flick to her hand and there's a twist of something in his stomach - almost like guilt, but not quite reaching the depth that Hanzo already feels on a regular basis - before he shakes his head.

"Do you fare well?"