Dwight took all of that mostly in stride. Mostly. He was kinda left there standing, staring at the door to the bathroom as the primal growl and cries echoed louder than probably anticipated from inside.

For a moment he stared at the door as the noise inside subsided. He opened his mouth a few times to say something. To ask Amaya if she was ok. To say... something in response to that. But nothing would come out. And it was at that moment he realized that, there really wasn't anything he could... or should... say in the face of that reaction.

So silently, Dwight located the rest of his clothes and got dressed, remembering his boots had been discarded fairly early on downstairs. As he stood at the top of the stairs he paused for a moment giving one last glance to the door that still remained closed tight. He started to say something, wanting to tell Amaya it was ok, that he understood, and it was all fine... But he just shook his head and closed his mouth without a word.

And with a resigned sigh, he headed down the stairs, got his boots, and left the forge, with as much grace as a 6'6'' lunk of a somewhat heart broken man could in that moment