[ He can see the hurt. And Inigo wants to reach out and embrace that hurt so badly, help his friend with it, but he doubts she's going to let him. Blake has thrown up a wall so high that even Inigo - notorious heart-wall-climber - isn't sure he can climb over it. Not enough to make her trust him enough to let him help with her hurt anyway, he's sure.

So there's still no aggression at all in the way he looks at her. There's only a strangely similar hurt in his eyes. ]

.. I just want you to be okay, Blake.

[ His voice is resigned. Like he's realized he might not be able to help her here, which hurts, but he does want to at least tell her this much. Especially when he's not sure how long it'll take before she's her usual self again. (If she ever does become that once more.) ]

I don't want you to have to go around fearing that everyone is here is out to get you. [ ... ] That's all.