He manages to avoid that kick somehow, though it's a near thing. He sighs and frowns at her. They are going to get into it, aren't they. He didn't want to get into it. Didn't even know if he should get into it. This kind of thing getting into was not easily gotten out of. But he could never shut any door all the way, especially when she was standing right in front of him in pain.

With a soft sigh, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. She fits just under his chin like she used to and a little more snugly than she used to and the smell of her hair hasn't changed a bit in 2,000 years.

"It's me... Sorry."