[ Inigo looks at her from the side, his lips curling up into a slight smile. Not really the usual beaming-sunshine-levels of smile that Inigo has got going on, since that doesn't feel as appropriate for the talk they're sharing, but it's warm all the same. Genuine, friendly. ]

No way. Nothing you say could make me feel differently about you, Blake. I think you've already proven plenty what you're like.

[ Someone who's kind and sweet. Someone who's helpful, even to strangers.

How could Inigo think badly of someone like that? Especially when said someone wants to be his friend on top of it all?

He slowly reaches out, putting his hand on top of her lower arm - though it's a very gentle, light touch. ]

Besides, if this story proved anything, it's just that there apparently are people out in the world who are big enough of a jerk that they would dare to hurt someone as kind as you.