[ He responds to her touch in an instant, resting his chin atop her head lightly in as much of a full embrace as he can manage.

Already he can feel the nanomachines from her implant get to work. It is uncomfortable. With a punctured lung bone has to be destroyed before holes can be fixed and the ribs can be fully repaired, he has to fight against the urge to scratch at his chest in response to the unpleasant sensation. ]

Yet one cannot simply flee whilst... those they hold close fight. It would be an ill thing to abandon the field when Friend Ereshkigal or yourself might require my aid at any moment...