A frown tugged at his lips but sympathy filled his eyes all the while. He understood not fitting in, after all, and Wakanda had a lot of carefully crafted rules in place. It made sense they wouldn't enjoy a werewolf very much when they were so caught up with a panther spirit. Still, he worried Sam would lose control again with a much worse outcome. "We could talk to the king and see if something can be set up for you to help?" He's not mad, honestly, more like disappointed and scared.

Looking down for a moment, something suddenly occurred to him. "Wait, you bit me. Is that going to do anything to me?"